September 21, 1835
Dear Mama, I am arrived in Lowell at last. My, what a lot I have to tell you! The journey seemed mighty long. Bumping along in the wagon and then the train, I couldn’t help but think how every mile was carrying me farther away from home.
Cousin Abigail met me at the depot. I knew her by her red hair—just like Papa’s. She took me straight to her boarding house, so I only got a quick peek at the town. How I longed to stop and just stare at it all! The streets are lined with building after building, all crowded and close together. And so many people and horses
