A pleasant morning; the song of the earliest birds, i.e. tree sparrows, (now decidedly) and song sparrows and bluebirds, in the air. A red-wing’s gurgle from a willow . . .

  If it chances to be perfectly agreeable and convenient to you, I will make you a visit next week, say Wednesday or Thursday, and we will have some more rides to Assawampset and the seashore. Have you got a boat on the former yet? Who knows but we may camp out on the island?

  I propose this now, because it will be more novel to me at this season, and I should like to see your early birds, &c.

  Your historical papers have all come safely to hand, and I thank you for them. I see that they will me indispensable, memories por servier By the way, have you read Church’s History of Philip’s War, and looked up the localities? It should make part of a chapter.

  I had a long letter from Cholmondeley lately, which I should like to show you.

  I will expect an answer to this straightaway—but be sure you let your own convenience and inclination rule it.

  Yours truly,
  Henry D. Thoreau

P.S.—Please remember me to your family.