My dearest Calvin,

We have been having such fearfully hot weather, that really I seemed to have no words to write, each day, hoped the next would be cooler and then I would write. I do not know if your letters have miscarried, but it is over two weeks since I have heard from you. I hope you are quite well and the weather cooler than here. From reports the heat seems to be the same all over, and no rain for months past in Hamilton, here one shower on Civic Holiday day; a very serious thing for the country and for us all.

We are thankful the war news is so encouraging. There is such a fine tribute to Sir Victor Horsley, the great surgeon in the B.W.; he had gone out to Mesopotamia to help about the Hospital arrangements and died of heat stroke. It would have been fearful for our soldiers. Dr. Nelson of Hamilton has been getting into hot water in his recruiting speeches, making unwise statements; he loses his head altogether sometimes.

Edna has been writing so has told you the little news there is. I suppose my other letters have reached you. Your last was written on Thursday Aug 3rd, but the time passes without one realizing how it goes, and it is very difficult to write, when there is nothing special to tell. Hoping you are quite well with much love from all.

Your affectionate mother

M.B. McQuesten