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Buckfield Sept. 8 1852 My dear son Zadoc, Think of me, this sultry morning, in my _____ __ _____ ____ [four words - ?], at my accustomed place, at the window in Grandm'am's room, - the table at which I am sitting heaped up with all sorts of things - dictionaries, diaries, day books, newspapers +c +c. Having picked up the apples, + watered the horse, + gathered the sweet corn for dinner, - I will limber up that