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Dear Abraham, You have probably expected an answer to your letter before this time, and doubtless have set me down as an ungrateful fellow, not worthy to be thus thought of, but I have just received it, as, contrary to the expectation of everybody, Gertrude has been spending three weeks in Hudson. I was delighted to hear from you, and thought that as I am one hour the oldest, you certainly did right in paying me the respect of addressing me the first epistle. Gertrude tells me that "Old Father Time" has wrought great changes in you - especially as to size - that you are very studious, filling with knowledge your head, etc. But I hope that withal you will not suffer too much learning, to make you mad, as that would be attended with terrible consequences. We had a visit the other day, from your old servant Campbell - I, being at the office, did not see him, but mother says that on going to the door she was accosted by a person whom she did not recognize, until he exclaimed, "Why, don't you remember Comal?" He said that he was an agent for lamp sicks, and lived in New York. I should think he was engaged in rather a novel business. I trust that in addition to conversations with pen and ink, we may soon enjoy the pleasure of a visit from you, as we now have a railroad between us, and that annihilates time and space. John has occasion to come this way now and then, and I hope that you will take the opportunity of accompanying him one of these days. I did not forget to ask Gertrude her welcome of you, and it strikes me that taken altogether, it was rather uncousinly, at least, if nothing more. Still, I do not wonder at her being surprised at beholding you transformed from a little chap, riding on sticks for horses, to a six footer, and on seeing a stiff beard sprouting from your chin. You perhaps often think of the Duanesburgh times, when we rode on horseback in such a novel way: the happiest moments of my life were probably spent then. The most prevalent thing among us at Poughkeepsie just now is cold weather, cold feet, and blue noses, and to crown all the people appear to be afflicted with a general cold in the head. As I look from my window just now the sky looks rather lowering, as if the white masses of snow were preparing themselves for a sally through their cloudy barriers. I trust they will act in accordance with present appearances, at least in order to allow an easy passage to Santa Claus with his "eight tiny reindeer," for my sympathy is enlisted on the side of such juveniles as those whom his visits gladden. Now, Abraham, I think you may safely consider that we have had that introduction of which you speak. I therefore hope to receive an answer soon, and with love to Uncle Lansing and all the cousins, I remain yours affectionately. Henry L. Thomas
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