Beaver Harbor, Bay of Funday, N. B. Sunday evening, July 14th, 1849. My Dear Phebe I seat myself on the top of a High, Romantic Mountain or Hill to comens a few moments once more with you. I am nearly surronded with majestic Hills, mountains, & dens forests, which have just been swept over with those terriffic fires which have devastated this part of the earth & left a mantle of Darkness & morning over the face thereof, before me on the east However I behold the majestic Bay of Funday ...

forecastle of a small sloop, lived mostly upon black tea, land sea bread & Molasses, fresh fish, & Lobsters. I Began to feel Homesick the constant cold fogs, & smoke, filled up my Lungs, I coughed, raised Blood, & fell sick I preached one day in the Harbor to the fishermen, all men, The women were afraid to come ^out^ not knowing what ^A^ Mormon might do. they wanted me to preach more, but I felt more like trying to get on my journey. It was ownly 30 hours sail with good wind to Machias from

[upside-down text] I shall leave this letter with Mr Eldridge to take to Eastport to put into the office for you I hope you will get it I shall not pay the postage on it As I cannot Mail it myself I sent you two before which I trust you got. I look At your portrait evry day But I would rather see the original occasionally WW [end of upside-down text] Mr Wilford Woodruff Cambridgeport Mass [stamp in red ink] X [stamp in red ink] EASTPORT JUL 24 Me W Woodruff July 14th 49 ...