The [30?] 1863
Jackson Mississippi this June
der companien i am belest won[s]t
withe the merses of god to rit
you a fu lines to let you
no that i aint will yit but
i hop i wil be well in a fu
das i hop this wil find you
all well Rhoda i wont to se
you an our der litle babe
the wost i ever did in life i
Sa to you i havnt got nary
leter in a bout two weaks
the last won i got was rot
June the 6 der wife i hop
i wil git home bee fore
mutch longer i Sa to you
Jhon is well as common
Rhoda i her the cavler is in
that contry with ther dogs
a huntin all the men but
i Sa ef i was thar i wod stay
thar Rhoda i must close i am
weak So remains your lovin
husbon untel dath W S Poe
to Rhoda Poe
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[der?] father an mother an sisters
an brother i set me self
to rit you afu liens i hop
this wil find you well
i Sa to you that i want
to se you all the wost
i evr did in li[f]e i hop i
wil git hom be fore long
i want you all to pra
for me an that i ma
git home i hant no good
nuse to rit i Sa to you
i hav shuck hands with
Cale Jones he livs her
in Jackso i want you
to di reck your leter to
Jackson Mississippi you
must excuse me this tim
for i cant rit i am trimble
so rit son an fail not
so rema your lovin son
untel deth W S Poe to
father an mother