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in pencil in top margin Sherman, V. L.

Hendersonville, N.C. Sunday, Mar. 31, 1957 Dear Jack:

     This note serves to acknowledge your last letter and "Twenty years A-Growing."  Neither of us has finished the book, and you must read this to know why.   you will hear more from both of us a little later.
     The summer we were in camp at Ephraim, Wisconsin, back in 1913 marked our honeymoon.   We spent 10 weeks in a 9'x9' tent, with a miner's tent for storage.  The state park had just been organized and he camp site on Eagle Bay opposite the village was a paradise.  Our only neighbor within half a mile was a bachelor professor of English, an old friend.   We never took books or papers into camp.  The professor, of course, did.
      Late in June we had two days of steady rain.  The hornet who had built his single cell nest on the ridge pole of the tent refused to go about his daily chores.
      About the middle of the second day we gave up cards and writing letters.  It