My dear Bigelow -- Well you old hearse driver

[B-52]
Endion
New Rochelle, N.Y.
May 15 [1894]
My dear Bigelow-
            Well you old hearse driver- Alden has been mentally paralyzed by receiving a M.S. from you – in his ravings he told me it was invisible – He had his feet on the desk – a cigar going 40 miles an hour and his eyes twinkled, while his best grin played over the Bigelow M.S. – He said you were good stuff but too d – lazy to lie quiet in a grave.
            Give us another – and an other and yet more. 
            The latest news is that I have not had a drink in three weeks and aren’t going to have any more till I am about to die – when after a consultation of physician I am going to take one martini cocktail before I go up the Golden. I feel better –
            I got my stuff through the Customs House without duties –
            I must owe you 50 francs – is that right – for the [Zonave?] stuff – which is very nice – where will I send it to your Bank here - ?
            Have been up north for two weeks in training - did 15 miles a day on foot and am down to 210 lbs. I have been sick for two years and didn’t know it.  Too much rum-
Give astor hell-            [sketch of woman chasing a man (perhaps Bigelow?)]
Yours [truly?]
Frederic Remington