the 4 1863
Ala tales [Co?] september
Dear Husband I this morning seat my
self in order to drop you a few lines
in order to you kine letter which came
to hand yestedy an fond us all in go[od]
health I am happy to think you health
is as good as it is it is hard to do with
thout you and it wold be worth if you [1]
had bad health I trust to the good
lord that he may spar you throw
this war with good health harris I went
to meetin last sunday an hird old
Brother honder prech he prech brother
John funal and we had a fine meeten
I went up an ask brother birks to pray
for you I felt like if I had of had wings
I cold of flue a way I though[t] of you all
day the is a great eal of sickness about
childs and fevers A white is down with [2]
them now an the peaple is dying up
mitly the girls got a leter
from Ann the other day s[t?]aten that
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tyre susan henry an grean was
all dead an hir an old man keley
was left a lone she sed that she
had all of hir truble by hir self
you wanted to no about our brother
The got aletter from pate a few day sinc
staten that he had bin very cick in
the horse spitle bilous feaver an the
b[l]ody flux he was down too monts
an brother habe is scick to you wish
to no whar the are I cant remember
the place whar the I will ask an let
you no in my next litter the is not
man[y] of the girls with me this week
harris I reckon we will all have to
suffer for I never hird talk of the
like in my life meal is at too dolar
flour is to twenty dorlars a hundard
backan fore dorlars a pound an the
think meal will get hire I haint
bough[t] no flour yet I cant stand the pric
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I have not bough no meal yet an I
have got a nuff of that you left
me to do me too weaks yet I have
got fine potatos I do wish you was
hear to help me an Aman and Aley
to eat milk and butter an potatos
Amon ses tell par he is a prety
boy and he ses he wants to see you
so bad Aley ses she is you
prety baby every time she see you
ambertipe the both gethes holt of it
an kiss it and Aley ses it hir par
the[y] cape so much fus and walk across [3]
the flour I cant half rite harris you
sed you have not got but one
letter from me since you have bin
thir I have rote to you this maks the
forth time par I wish you cold see
Aley she has take a start to gruw
and is geten as fat as a pig since she
has quit suckin and I am agitting as
fat as a hog in a pen I wish you was
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