| Title: | Dalton, William to Hogan, Ned, 1851 |
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| ID | 4292 |
| Collection | Oceans of Consolation [D. Fitzpatrick] |
| File | oceans/54 |
| Year | 1851 |
| Sender | Dalton, William |
| Sender Gender | male |
| Sender Occupation | prosperous farmer |
| Sender Religion | unknown |
| Origin | Co. Tipperary, Ireland |
| Destination | New South Wales, Australia |
| Recipient | Hogan, Ned |
| Recipient Gender | male |
| Relationship | former employer-former servant |
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| Log | unknown |
| Word Count | 714 |
| Genre | news, farming |
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| Transcript | Abbey May 15 1851 Dear Ned I received yours of the 15th of October on the 1th of aprill last and would hav answered before now but you will be surprized when I tell you I had not time to do so. The month of March Came so wet that it is now Som here are finishing the oat Crop. I was glad to find by your letter that yee all arrived Safe in Sidney and are employed. I am not Surprized at this as it is only What yee always Meritteded. The wayge you menton is small but when the employers there comes to Know year worth I am sure it will be double the sum you menton. I was Sorry to See by you[r] letter that the eirls had feavour but [it] was fortunate that they got over it. There is no great improvement in this Country Sine yee left it. Wee hav still The potatee blight but not So bad. They heald very well this Winter and there is a greadale [great deal] planted this Season but wee had a complate feature in the wheat crop last year. The wheat in abbey did not produce 3 brls to the acre whilst others had not one. It got Quite Black like the potatee Blight. This destroyed all the tillage farmers they are all runing off to america and th lanlords are worse of than the tennants. Scully ran away to america and left Ballinaclough. He came Back again and would give it to any one that would take it. The field that James plowed for me before he went did not Make a barl to the acre and the highest price for wheat this year is one Shilling. I have Mough now for a guine an acre poor rates are as high [?as] ever they are 4s.7D in the pound in golden this rate which Place is become a deserted village. Ther is not a house at this Side of the Bridge but one and Mr Dwyers house no one taken with it and the one third is not in the rest of the village. Cloaghleigh is all Deserted there is no one takin with old Cooks part left Idle. Creagh has the most part lying Idle. I am Sorry to tell you that your uncle is dead God Knows it is an ease to him. I Saw your aunt a few day ago. She is well and She was after getting ten pounds from her Son in law. We hav Tom Scully place in Kiffe[?] all Idle Since November last. There is an English fellow living in Killmore he has it for £15 an acre. Ned Kenedy left Mough and is gone to america his farm Idel and no one taking with the only thing here doing well is Butter. It is now worth 90 Shillings a cwt. Stock of all Kind is reating Ned Kenedys Brother who lives in Sidny Sent him 30£ of a few days ago. I do not Know what will become of it untill we will hear from him. I am surprized that I Never herd from Matt Blake Since he went or what is become of him. There are also a good many went from golden and Not a word from them. I must giv you great Merit for Writing so soon and the Newspaper was a great treat. You do not Say a word about your frind Smith O Brine [Smith O'Brien] did you Call to See him. I see by the papers that he is as mad as ever. He put an end to the repeal before he lef old Ireland. I cannot compare him to anyone but to Don Quixet When he went to fight the wind mill. I Send yee a newspaper and will bee always glad to hear from yee. Mrs Dalton desires to be remembered to yee all and hav to tell yea that I hav Buirided Me only Daughter Poor Margret Sine yee left. I hope as wee held untill now that we will be able to go a head. Remembr me Dear Ned to your Brothers and Sisters and Blive mee your truly William Dalton Mention in your next is there any account of Mrs Dwyer. |
