Beaver Harbor, Bay of Funday, N. B. Sunday evening, July 14^th, 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 spread
out with its majestic & mighty Billows rolling for the Rocky bo[u]nd
shore to fulfill the Law of its c^C^reator, by forming a tide in
places of about 75 feet. for the last hour before the sitting sun
I have stood upon an Eminance gazeing upon the grand scenery bef[o]re
me, meditating upon the works of God with a degree of both delight
& solemnity, & wished I could have had you by my side a few mome[n]ts
to have gazed upon the scenery with me, but I was alone except
my guardian Angel. After I found a small spot of evergreens a spared moment
from the burning, I reposed to offered up my prayers ^for my wife, children, Saints, Israel^ according to the Holy Order
of God. I seat myself in a little bedroom whare the family knoweth
me not to con[v]ers a few moments with you. A pleasing duty indeed. I hope I
shall be able to enjoy the same blessing at your Hand on my arr[i]val at
Miramichi As I ha[v]e not heard a word since I left home from you
& have not seen your face ownly though a glass darkly. I suppose
you would like to know what I have been about since I last wrote
you well I will tell you one whole week to a day of my time has been spent
in a dreary manner by being shut up in a small Harbor 60 miles East
of Fox Islands called Musketoe or winter Harbor bo[u]nd fast by smoke fog
& calm with nothing to clear the heart or please the eye except to wander
over the ragged rocks & forest, pick a few straw berries & wintergreens, see a few
rough fisherman, ketch a few lobsters & fish, & live, eat, drink, & sleep, in

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 terrific 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 spread out with its majestic & mighty Billows rolling for the Rocky bound shore to fulfill the Law of its Creator, by forming a tide in places of about 75 feet. for the last hour before the sitting sun I have stood upon an Eminance gazeing upon the grand scenery before me, meditating upon the works of God with a degree of both delight & solemnity, & wished I could have had you by my side a few moments to have gazed upon the scenery with me, but I was alone except my guardian Angel. After I found a small spot of evergreens a spared moment from the burning, I reposed to offered up my prayers for my wife, children, Saints, Israel according to the Holy Order of God. I seat myself in a little bedroom whare the family knoweth me not to convers a few moments with you. A pleasing duty indeed. I hope I shall be able to enjoy the same blessing at your Hand on my arrival at Miramichi As I have not heard a word since I left home from you & have not seen your face ownly though a glass darkly. I suppose you would like to know what I have been about since I last wrote you well I will tell you one whole week to a day of my time has been spent in a dreary manner by being shut up in a small Harbor 60 miles East of Fox Islands called Musketoe or winter Harbor bound fast by smoke fog & calm with nothing to clear the heart or please the eye except to wander over the ragged rocks & forest, pick a few straw berries & wintergreens, see a few rough fisherman, ketch a few lobsters & fish, & live, eat, drink, & sleep, in