It seems like an eternity since I left you all in Springfield. I hope this missive finds you well and in good health. I am sorry I have not written sooner, but life has been a whirlwind with my work at the factory, settling in with the family I am boarding with, and leaving some opportunities for my many suitors. Harpers Ferry is a fascinating village, populated by people from Virginia, Massachusetts and Pennsylvania, many immigrants from England, Ireland and Germany, and black freemen and slaves. The pretty, little town sits between two magnificent rivers and in the shadow of the surrounding hills. With two canals, three turnpikes, and the railroad, the town seems constantly in a bustle. The shops line the streets and all are arrayed with the latest goods and fashions out of the port of Baltimore. I have joined the local Temperance League. I am also busy teaching several of the local girls how to read and write. I am surprised how many girls from good families are unschooled. I hope perhaps to visit Baltimore or Washington City, both only a
six-hour journey from here but that will have to wait. This place reminds me of home with its shops and factories. Well, I am sure you want to hear about my work; let me take you on a tour of my cotton factory.