[Note - I edited this creating new sentences for readability.  People mentioned 
clarified. - Eric]

"
Troy, SC.
Aug 4th, 1906

Dear Sister [Sarah Hope Robinson],
    I did think some of my folks would write to me but it seems like I will 
have to wait some time if I wait on for anyone to write.  I went one day 
last week to see where our grandfather [William Robinson] was buried.  It is a
wilderness place growed up if it wasn't for some tombstones you never would be 
able to find the place.  We went from there to Long Cain [Cane].  I don't know
that I ever had been there before.  I didn't find any of our folks marked 
except Aunt Mary.  I took some of the inscriptions that will interest you.  So 
I will give them if I can find the slip.
   Grandfather [William Robinson] died June 25th, 1839, age 71 yrs. 
  Grandma [Elizabeth Ann Boggs] died May 21st, 1828, age 53.  
  Uncle Harvey [William Harvey Robinson] died Dec 14th, 1845, age 33.  
  Aunt Mary [Mary Robinson] Jan 1862, age 62.  
  Uncle Fred [Fredrick B. Robinson] nor none of his family has no mark as I 
  could find no[ne].
   Aunt Jinsey [Jane Robinson] - it does not look like Aunt Jinsey would have
   had one for she left a good deal of property.

You know her land was divided and half of it was given to the Miss Linzie
[I believe this Jane Robinson married Joseph Lindsey].  One of those old 
women is still living up there by herself.  I have often read of hermits 
and mizers but I was the first time I ever saw one.  She is crippled and has to
use two crutches.  Has two bales of cotton that was rotting corn a nought to do
her two years.  The wind had blown the roof nearly off the crib. It is a 
dilapitated place.  I don't reckon it has had a thing fixed up on it in 80 
years or more.

For you know that Uncle Joe Linzey [Joseph Lindsey] didn't take any interest 
for years before he [<missing thought>?].  We didn't get to see Miss [Mary] 
Porterfield.  The road that _____ by where she lives has got[ten] so you can't 
travel it.  I was told that the house was about to fall down.  All the sheds 
had fell.  There isn't no white people up there hardly.  Just one white family
beside those two old women.

    I stopped to eat breakfast and got knocked off.  My thinking appartus has 
gone from me.  We are all up but not very well.    Answer at your convenience.

Your Bro    T. H. Robinson"

Letter in possession of Albert Bonner,