I have a grove of little long-leaf pines down in the old country and I know they'll have some consciousness of me after all men have forgotten me: I've saved 'em, and they'll sing a century of gratitude if I can keep 'em saved.

Joe Holmes gave me a dissertation on them the other day.

He was down there "on a little Sunday jaunt" of forty miles--the best legs and the best brain that ever worked together in one anatomy.
A conquering New Year--that's what you'll find, begun before this reaches you, carrying all good wishes from Yours affectionately, W.H.P.
To Edwin A.Alderman Garden City, New York, January 26, 1913.
MY DEAR ED ALDERMAN: This has been "Board" [10] week, as you know.

The men came from all quarters of the land, and we had a good time.

New work is opening; old work is going well; the fellowship ran in good tide--except that everybody asked everybody else: "What do you know about Alderman ?" Everybody who had late news of you gave a good report.
The Southern Board formally passed a resolution to send affectionate greetings to you and high hope and expectation, and I was commissioned to frame the message.