Letter from William Henry Seward to Frances Miller Seward, August 15, 1857
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Letter from William Henry Seward to Frances Miller Seward, August 15, 1857
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Distributor:Seward Family Digital Archive
Institution:University of Rochester
Repository:Rare Books and Special Collections
Date:1857-08-15
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Letter from William Henry Seward to Frances Miller Seward, August 15, 1857
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sender: William Seward
Birth: 1801-05-16
Death: 1872-10-10
location: Quebec, Canada
receiver: Frances Seward
Birth: 1805-09-24
Death: 1865-06-21
location: Auburn, NY
transcription: sts
revision: jxw 2022-04-25
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Head wind – bien fort,mauvaise temps. toutes choses derange. Madame
Birth: 1834-03-29 Death: 1919-05-02
Malade resterant sa lit. Breakfast trop tard – Le Capitaine
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out of sorts, reports the seaman as having stolen our bread – Voila Monsieur
cet homme qui mange r votre pain. Ou nous sommes Mons Pilot,
I do not know. I guess tomorrow – When will we get to the Seven islands
Peut etre hier soir– Sa au nome de dieu! Le job est aise –
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outside the wind blows and the ship turns itself into an organ. The
masts take up the recital and the horns spars and helm respond in
a mournful heart breaking litany – Fogs last night, followed by
rain – rain this morning by gale – which way is the wind. Tous se vont
straight ahead – There ends the log for this day.