Nov the 13 1861
Sullivans
Island
S C

Dear Father
I take the present opportunity of
Droping you A few more lines to
Let you no how I am geting A long
I am well at present & enjoying
good health & I hope when thes
Lines reach you they may fin you
all well & hearty Father I have
no nuse to write of any importance
this time only our regt is all sick
at present wee have sixteen hundred
Men in our regt now & out of that many
their is six hundred sick with the
Measles & Momps they has two Men
died with Measles one died last knight
Father I have no nuse to write About
the war at present I saw Boey White to
Day he was in the fight at Forte
Roial he said that he had no nuse only
they would fight in A few Days
Father I received A leter from you
that was wrote the 30 of Oct you
wrote that you was all wel at that
time I wrote one since that whitch was
dated the 11 of Nov I want you to
write to me in your next leter how
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Many leters you have got from me
Noveber the 17 1861
Father I wrote you a few lines to day
& sent them by E. Dunlap I hav to
write in sich A hery I had not time to
write any nuse though they ant much
nuse hear Father I received your kine leter
that was wrote the 15 inst I was glad
to hear from you & the rest of the family
you stated that you was all well at that
time whitch I was glad to hear of also
you sent me some provisions in Wm. Malden
box whitch I was glad to get for I am
weren out on beef & bread almost
Father in the leter I wrote to you to day
& sent by E. Dunlap in it I sent A present
to you of 15 dolars I wood have sent you more
but we have to keep some to by our neissarys
with Father you wrote that you thought you
would have to volinteer My advice to you
is not to do it I hear they are maken up
six week volinteers in Pickens I tell you it
would brak my heart to hear of you going
one of them if you ever volinteer come to orrs
regt for the war but my advice is for you
to stay A home & tend to my litle brother
& sisters & work A long the best you can
& I will send you Money every chance I can
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Father W. W. Stribling tell me their is
the greates excitement up their that ever has
ben that is Another thing I want to tell
you dont bleave A word you hear &
pay no tention to flying reports I have hear
of five hundreds sich reports A going to
Pickens that their ant A word of it is so
Father I hear that you are all sceard to Death
Do not be Afread if you will stay A home
you never will see A yankey although they
are on our soil & they have taken an Island
that is as big as Pickens District & they have
landed 30 thousand yankes on it & their
they will stay for wee cant take it back
but it will do them no good for they caint
get Away from their but one way & that
is to go to the North on their ships
I bleive I writen al the nuse I wil close for the
present I Remains your Loveing Son until
Death Wm. T. Martin; Oliver Martin
Nov the 1[3?] 1861
Dear Sister I write you line I am well
to Day I received your leter when I
got Fathers I was glad to hear from you
Nothing pleases me any beter than for you
al to write to me & I want al you children
to write to me when Father writes to me
Mary I have no nuse to write to Day
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Mary I sent you A present by E. C. Dunlape
the present is A satchel is worth two Dolars
& when you get it take good care of it &
keep it rememberance of your brother
Wm. T. Martin tell Elisibeth An &
John that I had nothing to send them
that Elijah could take but I will
send them all A present worth two dolars
Apies the first good chance
I would like to come home Christmas
but I cant get the chance unless their is
peace made whitch I think wil be by spring
& that is the uppinion of our leading
Men Nothing more at present I remains
your Loving Brother Wm. T. Martin
Mary E. Martin
E.J. Martin Dear sister I have nothing
to write you I dont want you & An &
John to not think heard of me for not seding
you A present with Marys ill send you
three one cearten the next opportunity
& it will be worth as much as Marys
I remains your Brother Wm. T. Martin
Father dont never volinter. Nothing more
I Remains your Soon until Death
Wm. T. Martin Oliver Martin