Hartford, Sept. 22.
My Dear Fairchild:
Arrived last night, & shall leave again [today], to bring the family home next week.
Alas! Rab has acquired an evil reputation already. He takes position on the lawn, & thence darts forth & greets every horse & wagon & street car that goes along—three hundred of ’em a day—always in the friendliest spirit, of course, but he has caused a couple of runaways & come near causing many more; & he can’t be persuaded to leave off his diversion. People threaten his life daily; so we’ve got to part, for his sake as well as our own. You wanted him back in case this state of things occurred; therefore, if you will notify Patrick McAleer (“with S. L. Clemens, Hartford,”) what train you wish him sent by, he will ship him in the best possible order & condition, & will tel & will telegraph that fact to you, to make everything sure. I am mighty sorry it has turned out so, for he is a noble dog.
I am just starting for my train. With kindest regards to you & Mrs. Fairchild, I am
Sincerely Yours
S. L. Clemens
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