Haines Falls, N.Y.
21. September. 1927
dear, this is a day of days! Much cooler than our ordinary
September but very clear and tonic. Only the hopelessly
cranky could be down on such a day. So what of me? Ecstasy
only. Because why? If weather and the beauty of earth
were not enough,—here are you. Very you. And you seem
to grow darlinger
with every epistle. A very few more such letters as
these you have utterly blessed this person with, and
you will have passed the comparative and reached the
superlative! Then what? O well there can be no final
superlative, else there were an end to creation long
is so much to say. "Could I make Toronto on my
way to the West?"’ Why, dear thing, it sounds like
a royal invitation—that is a command. I couldn’t do
anything else, if I were going west.1
And I can hardly do anything else now that I am going
south first. The laws of geography are not so easily
set aside, and Toronto refuses to be on the line from
New York to South Carolina where my first reading is,
early in November. It seems we are to be harried by
an even greater distance than at present! Alas! But
thanks be to Allah, or whoever, nor space nor time can
undo us. "Us" meaning Margaret and Carman.
have been wishing that Toronto could happen once more
before winter. But do not quite see how.
there was a two-volume collected edition, very handsome,
some years ago.2
Limited and now long out of print. Don’t mourn. I’ll
try to find you a set. If you want to collect me, that
will be all right—but never mind trying to collect my
have lots more to do that maybe you will like better.
the way when you find any of your pioneers who is balladish
in character, you might introduce me to him,—after you
have done with him, of course.
you read Trader Horn?3
It is Gorgeous [—]
do see it.
are a wise child. "Only with dignity may a free
soul live in peace.["] I know. Such sad disaster
follows the heedless[.]
is only a brief note as I am in the midst of packing
my dunnage for the return to the sea level.
you inundate me with heavenly treasure, Margaret. There
is nothing for it now but to send you love
details of Carman’s 1927 reading tour, see Letter
4 n.2 and Letters 23-41. [back]
Letter 8 n.10. [back]
Horn was the pseudonym of Alfred Aloysius Smith
(1861-1931), a British writer and adventurer whose
Life and Works of Alfred Aloysius Horn were
published in three volumes in 1927-29. [back]