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Commercial Hotel
Mrs. A. Keirle, Proprietress
Rock Springs, Wyoming
Sunday Evening
May 17, 1908
My dear Bertie:
Today has been another long, lonesome Sunday.
This a.m. I went to church, M.E., and heard a fair sermon.
This afternoon I have spent writing. This is a "rocky" town. There are 42 saloons, and I do not know how many gambling dens. It is about the toughest joint I have yet struck.
I was told today there were 40 different languages spoken here, so you can imagine what a motley population there is.
I do not expect any business here since I have found it to be strictly a mining town.
How much I should have liked to have spent Sunday at home today! But I guess this great pleasure will not be mine for some time yet.
I get home on my list for this trip: Pocatello, Boise, Payette, Weiser, Idaho and Baker City and Pendleton, Oregon, then Walla Walla, and then home, sweet home!
O, how much pleased I should be if I could think that this home coming was for good and that I should not have to leave you any more.
I will likely leave here Tuesday for Pocatello, Ida., where I will likely be 2 or 3 days, and at Boise I will likely spend the same length of time. At this rate it will possibly be three weeks yet before I will see your dear face again.
O, how I hope you may be quite well of your rheumatism and other ailments when I get back, and that all will be lovely, and the goose hanging high.
I do not know why it should be so, but it seems to me I have been away from you for ages, and I do hope you do not get so homesick as I do.
I have seen much desolate country this trip, and it may be that these conditions have partly been the cause of my loneliness.
But it seems that I am so little, and the world so large—and empty—when I gaze out over these boundless wastes of uninhabited prairies.
I am anxious to see Washington in the springtime, for I can imagine it must be very beautiful in the fruit and wheat sections at this season.
I got a very dear little letter from Carol at Rawlins, Wyo., that she had addressed to me at Cheyenne, and it was indeed a nice letter, well formed and nicely written.
I am replying to it tonight and addressing it to her.
I know how proud she will be to know she can "correspond" with papa.
You can hardly imagine how much I am missing her and dear little Hanson.
But I am so delighted to hear they are both so well now, and how I do hope such good news may continue.
Now my dear wife, with a sweet Sunday night good night, with all its fond memories, and a sweet good-night kiss for you and the little ones, stay
Lovingly your husband,
Geo. A. D.
