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Febuaray 16 1863
My Dere wife i wonse more tak
My pen in hand to in form you that i am still in
the land of the living but note well for I gote
hurt a bout ten dayes a goe and i hav ben in the
hosspitel ever sence and i hav note ben ab[l]e to right
til now but i am agitting better and i hop that
i shal be able to go to dutey in a few dayes and i hop
these lines will find you in goying good helth
i want you to bee carful of youer selfe and note
exspose youer self i hav had a letter from sidney
and he is well i am afraid that i cante git home
in march for the yankes is preparing to mak
a nother atack on savanna thar is a grat fleate in
for these menney dayes and the genrel wont giv
afurlow to enney boddey till after the battle and
and then if we whip the yankes he will giv us furlowes
to cum home o if i cood cum home how happey i shold
be if you onley new how we suffere for sumthing to
eight you wood pittey us for we cant git it with
oute painge ten prices for it i bought one pound of
bacon yesterday and paid seventey fiv centes for it
for a pese of light bred as big as a bisket twelve centes
times gross worse in sed of better god noes what will
be com of us if the ware dont stop soon in the next
letter i will send Johnson olbigation hom and i want
Mr ware to go down in march and git the monney
from him and you to put it out on instead what
you dont want to mak youse of per hapes mr
ware wood want it if he dose let him hav it but
but you noe better what to doo with it than i doo
for i hav gote no mind ten minetes gite him to
go as soon as the not becum due and if Johnson
dont pay it right off send it right back to me
and i will mak mr Johnson tak his one plase her
i you to let me now whether ware has gote John or not
giv my compementes to caladona and sher her [1]
up as mutch as posable por girle she sese hard times
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But i hope that she will se menney happey Dayes to mak up
for these bad ones ceep up good carrige and dont give up
for it is a hard world to liv in but if it was not for
hopes of all beinges we wood bee the most misrable but
god noes what is best for us all i must cum to a close
for my sid hurtes me so thate i cant right longer
so far well my bloved wife i for got giv fore them
so fare you well a gan S L Fuller