Letter 50 — July 14, 1875

I seat myself to let you know that we are all well hoping when these few lines reach you that they may find you the same. It is raining here now, I can not plow corn. I thought I would write you a letter, I ought to have wrote sooner. My wheat is about ripe what there is of it. I don't know wether I can get enough for our bread or not off of 30 acres. My corn and oats look well. I inquired about the trains, there is a passenger gets to Moorefield at 2:32 P M, it stops if there is anybody to get on or off and a freight at three o'clock stops. The express will not stop, it comes up at ten o'clock in the morning, you could come on it. You asked about our girls cloak, we have not got her any yet. John Maxwell is married again, they say. If you write when you are coming I will meet you. Well I believe I have no more to write this time, so good bye hoping to see you soon. Write soon.