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with Robert in Utica. Last Sat. she and R. came home, and she is staying with us now, and our Sarah, once our sick Sarah has gone down with Robert in his buggy. She may stay with him two or three weeks or only one. She has a good many friends around Utica whom she wants to visit. -- Tomorrow, I expect there will be a great slaughter around our way. We expect Griffith Griffiths Llanllowen to come to our house to butcher. Do not tremble now, and think he is going to slaughter in the house and your Pa and Ma and brothers and sisters lives will be in danger for he is one of those men who make a great distinction between the lives of the human and brute creation. We hear frequently from Jennie and occasionly from Elisabeth. They both seem to be well and happy, and anxiously inquiring for you. Jennie says she has written to you twice and hopes to get her reward sometime. I do not know as she said she had written to you Sarah, but to one or both of you I guess. I have not got her letter before me now. I have written her copies of two of your letters (when I say you I mean either of you) She said she would like to have me send her copies sometimes for now you are sick she did not like to ask you to write to her. She seems to be particularly pleased with her situation, the people around here and most everything she mentions. I received a letter last week from cousin Lizzie. She wrote that she felt so sorry for you, and asked me to give you her love when I wrote to you. She intends to come this way next Summer. You have written to us that you gave wrong directions as to sending letters Tuesday but as we have not answered your letter before Monday night, I suppose it will do as well to send it to morrow, as to keep it longer. Mary seems not. Ah she is busy now, I was going to not doing much or something, so Lewis has been after a big load of tanbark and is now eating his supper together with Rev. Mr. Samuel who is staying with us to night, on our kitchen table, by which we (Anna and myself) are also writing. Mary is sitting by, waiting on the eaters. The table is drawn up to the stove. The stove is not now in the chimney but in its winter station, among folks. Now have you some idea how we look -- Lewis looks at my writing and says "I hope the chills haven't affected his eyes." I hope so too. Indeed the table folks seem to be so witty in their remarks, that if my sheet were not so near full, I do not know but I would adopt a new mode of making a letter and tell you what they say. But you must try to content yourself with my original scribbling this time, and I will deliver my sheet over to Mary to receive from her a few finishing touches. Love, ever so much -- Cynthia