NOW has begun to fall again here upon this frontier, great white flakes of it. I grow ever so weary of being cold, it makes it difficult to take my walks. How is a man expected to want to take another turn when he cannot feel his toes within his boots?
I often wish that I might see the faces of my dear friends as they receive my letters to them. This is why that it warmed my heart so to see these friends enjoying the reading aloud of a letter at a celebration of Twelfth Night. I am reliably inform'd that this particular letter was one of the highlights of the evening.
The bearer of the letter told me,
"...it was quite fun for me as I was already well acquainted with the contents, so I was able to step back and watch as others were drawn in."
"Gents from the British end gradually made their way down to our end. The whole lot listening drew closer and closer, ladies and gents alike."
"More than once, the reader was asked to re-read a line or two whilst the listeners either put it to memory or put it to their own imagry."
Handwritten letter to a mr. Jas. McVicker, Merchant in Larne.
With LOTS of signatures at the bottom.
A trade license for mr. McClintock from Virginia, 1763.
A tax receipt for mr. McClintock.
A letter from LONDON for mr. Benn at Fort Loudoun. I will be able to deliver it into his hands when I return to the fort in March next. Notice the English postmarks.
I do not know the contents of the letter, but it bears black wax upon its back which generally means bad news is contain'd within.
HAVE, just moments ago, completed the long overdue letter to my cousin to the North. Now I must employ a post rider to carry it from this place, but I fear it will meet with delay, as I understand that there is a great deal of snow above the Cumberland Mountains and even North of Kentuckee.
The Front, with address.
The reverse with my seal, the great and fancy 'R'.
HERE WAS an unexpected sound by my doorway that gave me a great start only moments ago. I took up the great stick that I keep near the door and open'd it carefully, only to discover the postrider with a package from my friend mr. P. A. McClintock, Bookbinder & Stationer. I chided the postman for lurking about in doorways, and inform'd him that he had nearly received a right sound crack on the skull.
The cover page... can you find the ONE tiny change I made here?
Page two, I added my fees to the bottom of the block of body copy.
The all new THIRD page.
Page four, now with even more testimonials! 
NOW has begun to fall again here upon this frontier, great white flakes of it. I grow ever so weary of being cold, it makes it difficult to take my walks. How is a man expected to want to take another turn when he cannot feel his toes within his boots?
The letter for Chief J. Ross
Chief Ross's signature in detail.
The top of the first page.
A detail of the body of the letter itself.
