My dear little Ross

I must write some to you & tell you about how granpas oxes getting there Eli. Well they are all right. old Bob & Bill comes up to the well every night & drinks together. Old Bill is red like short horns & Bob is red & white spoted & you could ride him if you was here. like you do old Peg. You must be good to the bird for poor old Granma often talks about sweet little Ross & Blanche & says how much she would love to see you & hear you talk to your Ma. You must eat lots of big apples & drink cider for me for we dont get any here & I do want some so bad. I am sorry you did not get your cap. there was a little boy rode up to our well in a buggy to get a drank one morning with his Ma & Uncle and he had a Cleveland Cap on. little Glen Sherwood was here today & I give him a long stick for a horse & he went out & loped around the house & then he come in & wanted a basket. & I give him one & he come in after [illegible] with it full of nice chips for me. You said how is our little dog. Well now our little dog has got to be a big one but he is full of play. Him & Shockey has big times. he come up the other day with an old bone in his mouth & laid it in my lap & looked at me & winked like he said "hold that" & then went to knawing it. & when the men takes the cattle off he runs & plays with the picket pins & when Late goes off in the wagon he climbs up through the sheel & in the wagon & up on the seat with Late & the wind flaping his big brouwn ears. And one of our little pigs whiped Shockey the other day. he thought had no right near him & he pitched at it but the pig pesseled him out till he run. but hated to. & looked like he hated it when I laughted at him. Granma cant bare to see him hurt. the scar is over his eye where the old muskrat bit him & he is old & poor & lots of times falls back off the chair when he goes to jump up. Well you must be good & kiss Blanches broad face for me & she must kiss you. write some more next time