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. Every- 
body 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 walk- 
ers. 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 Krus- 
becker 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