Rosalie's Letter

Rosalie's letter, incredibly, was waiting for me here in Havana, having crossed the continent, and back, thanks to Bierstadt, to find me here. She has been ill! I cannot make out from her letter what is the matter. She has never been a good correspondent, and the Dear knows she is but young, however this epistle passes all bounds for vagueness, and worrisome circumambulation. She is ill, but of what? She writes that she has gone to her father in Waterville, so I imagine she is well enough to travel, but it increases my anxiety for returning home. This letter was written when Bierstadt and I were approaching Fort Laramie. Oh God!