One of my island friends has written to me: -
DEAR JOHN SYNGE, - I am for a long time expecting a letter from you
and I think you are forgetting this island altogether.
Mr. - died a long time ago on the big island and his boat was on
anchor in the harbour and the wind blew her to Black Head and broke
her up after his death.
Tell me are you learning Irish since you went. We have a branch of
the Gaelic League here now and the people is going on well with the
Irish and reading.
I will write the next letter in Irish to you. Tell me will you come
to see us next year and if you will you'll write a letter before
you. All your loving friends is well in health. - Mise do chara go
huan.
Another boy I sent some baits to has written to me also, beginning
his letter in Irish and ending it in English: -
DEAR JOHN, - I got your letter four days ago, and there was pride and
joy on me because it was written in Irish, and a fine, good,
pleasant letter it was.
