My dear John:
Your letter of yesterday came OK. Mighty glad to hear from you, old boy.
Am sorry to tell you not to come tomorrow (Saturday) but I expect to be away Sunday; for that matter my whole stay here is a chaotic rush, and I couldn’t plan six hours ahead to be with you.
However, my sojourn here won’t be a long one, and I shall hope to meet you in Troy or Albany on the way home.
As for looking for me on top of mountain peaks, nothing doing. I never climb mountains unless someone pays me for it.
What have you on your mind? Some mining scheme?
I leave New York for Alaska on May 1st. Go each summer.
Write and tell me your troubles.
Sincerely,
David Fox