Dear Mr. WILEMAN, as a poor pilgrim here, you will see I am still in life, and the few I have with me. It is now a long time since I heard from you; no doubt you have a great lot to do, and very little time. The winter I have had to pass through has been a trying one in many ways; but it cannot be long. The cross I have had to carry has been a heavy one; but soon I shall lay down my heavy cross and take up my crown. There are none of my old friends write me now, only Miss—, whom you know. A great many have gone safe home. Death has been busy this year here too; some cut down in a moment.
If you can write me a line at your leisure, I will feel it a treat. I am very frail and weak. I long for home. Soon I shall see you there, with dear ones passed before us. Trusting to hear, and with prayerful regards,
Yours in Him,
ROBERT RAMSAY.
Shetland, February 17th, 1905.