Sat. Oct. 13, 1916

We have just arrived at Digby, N.S., and have just put up our tents on a cliff overlooking a magnificient bay. Trees, trees of all sorts; it is fine. The only stocks are made of fish, and the crops are of apples. It is the best kind of a change.

You may use this letter as you like best, but I want you to keep it for me until after the war. I have an idea that diaries may not be kept, but I can write letters anyway. How would it be if I wrote the experiences I wish to remember to you and keep them very carefully for me?

We may be at Digby two weeks or only a few days. You may write me here on the chance if you like.

Yours sincerely
Thos. W. Johnson