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<placeName> Reading</placeName> <date> Septbr 17th 1837</date>

Dear <personName>Pa</personName>

It is now supper time again, and my letter is just commenced, I must scribble as fast as my fingers can write to get done in time. It is such an exertion to write, I wish you would excuse me from it all together. As you said nothing concerning it when you left home, I expected to be exempt from it entirely; and I think the children might supply my place. However as I am very anxious to hear from you every week, I must not feel too lazy to write in turn. —

Our Potatoes are all in the Cellar, but not in their respective boxes as yet - they yielded well but are not large - We got at the least 10 Bushels. There were four at work two days and a half.

I walked out to the meadow this week with <personName>Hiester</personName>, (who is out every day) to see how the fencemakers were getting on. How the meadow is cut up! It provokes me to see that fine meadow cut up as it has been by the railroad, and the street that is run through it; and I agree with <personName>Katzenmeyer</personName>, that 'tho our Country is called a country of Liberty it is so only in name, when a person is not Master over his property __ There were many people, he told me, who allowed a street in that direction was quite unnecessary and people imposed upon your good nature, & that of others

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