January the 5 1862
Dear Father this is Sunday Morning
& it is A Reigning & is the coldest
Day we have had I am well this Morning
& enjoying tolible good health
I havent No News of interest to write
to you this Morning the Boys is all well
& doing well though they are Like My Self
they want to go home very bad but I
expect they will have to want on before
they get to go
I will bring my Leter to A Close
as I havent No News to write Pleas
excuse my badly writen Leter
when you get this Leter Right Soon
& give me all the News Give My Respects
to all incuring friends & except the
Sam to your Self No more at present
I Remains your Soon
untill Death Oliver Martin
Wm. T. Martin
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January the 5 1862
Dear Sister I Seat My Self this
Morning to Drope you A few
More Lines though I have No
News to write you only I have
to Coock this Next week
& I dont Like it much our Coock
got Sick & we had to Send
him home I dont bleive
that I ever wrot any thing A
bout how we got our Coocking
done we hired A Negro in
Charleston we hired him
when we was at Sumervile
we have had him four mounths
we paid him twelve Dollars
A Month whitch is A Dollar A
piece we have got twelve in our
Mess I will give you their Names
A. J. Dalton 1 Jesse Dalton 2 W. P.
Molden 3 J.J. Reeder 4 Bill Toly 5
W. H. Sanders 6 John Ritch 7 G. F. M.
Brown 8 Washington Dalton 9
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W. H. More 10 J.M. Fountain 11
& My Self is twelve that is our
mess Mary I Saw uncle John
Gleen yesteday he is well
& doing well & he
also Sends his Respects to you
all the Cloths you Sent
Me all did tolible well except
the wescoat it was to Small
well the pants is Rather Small
though they do very well
I have Growed So Much I
dont expect you wood No
Me Now I weigh one hundred
& Sevnty pouns
I will Close for this time
peas excuse my Long Leter
I Remains your Brother
Mary. E. Martin Wm. T. Martin

When you write to Me write
me al the News
Mary E Martin
W. T. Martin