Aug. 16, 1944

Guess you are familiar with [image of Indian traffic police] -this fellow as I sent you an actual photo of one.

My darling,

Hell Hon I guess there is no disputing the fact, the hot dry weather is back again. Even at night there is not a whisper of a breeze stirring and I am sitting in a veritable pool of perspiration writing this epistle. Guess my penmanship must be too laborious and exalting.

I’m hoping there will be a truck up with some mail later on tonite as it seems ages since I have heard from you altho it was only about 4 days. It is a funny thing

2.)

Never have noticed this fair damsel plying her honest trade [image of an Indian fisher woman with a hand scythe.]

Sweetheart, I am so eager & impatient to hear from you yet on the way over hear look at how long I had to wait. Guess the human being can reconcile themselves to anything when the need arises. Am experiencing great difficulties however in getting used to the idea of being separated from you.

Sorry Baby but I had to take time out to compose a letter for our friend Don Falako.

3.)

At least carrying the buddle upon the head is familiar to me. Most of the Indians carry all things on their heads & some of them can walk away with a tremendous load of set upon their head for them. [image of an Indian home with the harvest, carrying hay on his head.]

He has become attached to a girl he has never seen but has been corresponding with. It seems she hasn’t written to him since January. I wrote a very formal letter for him demanding the cause of her neglect but at the same time told him he came to the wrong person. You see I am inexperienced along that line as I have been extremely fortunate in love. Yes I said fortunate as didn’t I marry

4.)

They don’t have near enough of these to accommodate the mud here. [image of a city mud cart.]

the sweetest little girl that God ever created! I think so! I love you dearly Hoppy. Hell anyway he seemed pleased & satisfied & after all that is what counts.

Guess I will have the tent to myself for awhile tonight as Mills, Pritchett & long have gone to an Indian dance show in the village. I had intended to go but I hadn’t written my daily letter to you as yet & that is the most important thing. Rather stick to my schedule & finish my letter & go to bed.

In fact this one is finished as the heat is getting me

All my love,

Warren