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My dear Lucile, It is the morning of July 1st. I went over the the Overland Hotel and found your letter. It had been there several days perhaps. They neglected to send it to my present address 33 E Liberty St. We had cold weather here until 10 days ago - now it is dry and hot.

For 25 days we have had evening walks every day and I haunt the tracks.  Horses and negroes seem to be the two things in America that give me the most ascetic pleasure.  A flatnosed tobacco chewing man is trading? a thoroughbred.  In the house what a noble bearing.  No lousy inferiority complex here.  The small peaceful head is thrown back. The legs are clean? and hard, the breast is strong.  All the flesh of the body quivers with desire to run.  We