TO MARIE ENGELS

Bremen, May 23, 1839
Dear Marie,

Now I ride out every Sunday in the country with R. Roth. Last
Monday we went to Vegesack and Blumenthal and just when we
wanted to have a look at the famous Bremer Schweiz (this is a very
small strip of land with small
sand-hills), an enormous pall
of haze came down like a
cloud and in five minutes it
was almost quite dark, so that
we were unable to enjoy the
so-called beautiful view.— But
on Whit Monday it is really
lively in these parts. Everybody goes out of town and it is
dead quiet in Bremen, but
at the town gates you see
procession after procession
of carriages, riders and walkers. And such a dust, it is
terrible. For the roads are
covered with sand to a
depth of half a yard and of
course it all goes up into the
air. A broker called Jan Krusbecker has just arrived and
Pll draw him for you. Jan Krusbecker

He looks exactly like this. He has eyes like rockets and an always
half-melancholy, half-smiling air. Adieu.
Your brother
Friedrich