It is because sister is more unwell?
or because you are very busy with your arrangements for the winter?
or is it because, as I more than half suspect, you are so much overcome by your first observation and experience of slavery, that you have but little strength left to write to me from that "-- -- post of observation, darker every hour"?
Perhaps you are mustering courage to tell me of the sights which you have seen, the little while that you have been among the poor, enslaved children of the sun in our Southern house of bondage.

"Afraid to ask, yet much concerned to know," I wait impatiently for a letter from you.

I expect to make great use of its details among my fellow-students, many of whom, I mourn to say, have their hearts case-hardened against the story of oppression.

They will show an interest in everybody and everything sooner than in the slave and his wrongs.

They are not only callous on that subject, but they laugh at your zeal and call it hard names.
No one can tell what I suffer in the cause of freedom, through my well-meant endeavors to interest and instruct others on the subject which absorbs my thoughts.