Maryland Sept 8. 1862
Dear farther And Mother
I Am once More spaired
to drop you A few lines
which will in form you
that I Am well As common
hoping these lines May
Come safe to hand And
find you All well I
have A heap to write
But not Much time to
write we are in Maryland
Marchin on towards Baltimor
I think there is where
they Are going we Are in
40 Miles of Baltmore
And if we keep on we
will Soon Bee there
I Dont know how
us And the yankyes
will Make it on their
own Soil
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But I hop we May Bee
Suckful And And I hope
peace will Bee Made
for I feel like I woul
like to See old Carolina
And My old farther
And Mother Brothers
And sisters Again
I have not heard from
Martin Since I wrote
Before so I will have
to Clos for this time
N .B. Ben Dacus got
three fingers shot off
his left hand And
vehoon got Shot in
the leg But not Bad
so fare well I
hop I will heare from
you All Soon
G. R. To farther Mother