Nevada City, Cal.
Sept. 25, 1918

Mr S.L. Work,
Iowa Hill Cal.

Dear Mr. Work:
Mr. Work, I do not think your friend acted just right with me the
last time I came over: 
. . . shown the hay stack in a rain storm with 3 beds in the house and
1 man. I had had no dinner, I asked for a lunch, he stated there was 
nothing cooked, that was all right, I waited til morning.  Next morning 
he said why didnÍt I come in--well where would I sleep--sit up.  The 
soaking in the rain was good, it stimulated the skin proper, but the
stomache, o my, I expected a call for breakfast.  He went to work 
saying do you want to cook your breakfast in the house:  As I had no
breakfast to cook I said no.  He had all ready stated before hand 
if you dent I will lock the door as there were too many men around.  
So I went ever to the mine and got to town about 2 or3 P.  and 
got me somthing to eat at the store.  Now I may be wrong in my
view, but it is best not to say any thing to him. He did his best 
to take care fo things while you were away. But after taking him over 
there, I thought a place to sleep comfortable and a bit to eat proper 
due that is all we get on this earth any way coupled with good friendship 
and good judgement.  Money is nothing but the connecting link between 
friends (and and the grub oil) and free from guile, it needs no better, 
no food no money, but a heap of warm friends await each of the choosen
individual in the great beyond, at least that is what we are told.
. . . 

                                 Very truly,