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December 26 1862 mey Deare wife
i wonse more tak mey pen in hand to inform you
about mey situation i resived youer letter of the 15
and i sat down and rought a nother back you sed
it wood be the last letter that you wood righte til
you got one from mee i dont noe what [an?] becom of
the letters that i have roughte for i hav rought one
evrey weak senc i hav ben hear and sum times 2
John must tak them out of the post offis and
tak them and git sumboddy to reaid them
i am now in the hospittle with the sore throt it is
ulsrated and so bad that i cant swalo enney
a tall bute it is agetting better i want you
to send word to rust and tel him not to lete
John have [???] Directed to you out of the offis [1]
til mr [ware?] i want him to git John hom as soon
as he can [you?] sed thomthing a bout seling the
sow but [i d?]ont think that i wood doo ite for
we cant [??] another suth a sow in the hole cuntry
giv mey respect to caladona and tel hur hold up
good curreg for gorge i think will be home be[?]
i must com to a close for i am not all to right
enney more So fare you well wonce mor
S L Fuller