Latimer/Hoover I work for the Union Pike, out on the Western Line. I found Uncle Sean in Denver, and he and his wife are fine. They send their best, and like the rest - they send home the slates.
It took six months from the Cobh, another six by land, but the pay is good, and as I should I`ll send home the slates. Back on your feet now lads, Our time for writing home has passed. Six miles to spike today, that`s what we need. So fast lads we must advance, Work to the Gandy dance. Six days to double pay, that`s our reward - But not `til the line goes down.
I`ll not send empty letters, I know you need the rent. Dad, you deserve a new pair of boots, I know it`s money well spent. So kind regards, I`ll work hard - to send home the slates.
PS. Dear Ma, I send my picture. Don`t let the family forget me...
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