Sunday Eavning 4 Oclock
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Camp Young nere Savannah Ga Dec 7 1862
Dear wief I seat my self
to drop you a few lines to let you noe
that I am well hopeing it will find
you and the childering engoying the Same
blessing I have Just got back from
Savannah our chaplin Mr Fears and
my self went up thare to day to here
the Revt Bishup Andrews preach a
very good Sermont it was as good as
I ever herd his Tex was the LXIII Chapter
of Isaiah 1st verse I intended to have rote
to you by Jack Bowen but he started
sooner than I exspected I Sent you
Sum orenges and a cartridge Box that
is is for Budy the report is current
here that we will have to go to
richmond but I dont believ it for
I dont think that we could be spare
from here now the demand has bin
made for us I noe but I have no
notion that Gen Beauragard will give
us up I want you when you
rite the childering liked there
presents I sent them and
how little cisey dun when she
got her Tea Kittle
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the wether is powerful cold
here now this night 8 years a go
if you recollect was a cold one and
it is Just a bout as cold here now
I think that thare will be no more
furlows given a gane soon
if tha ant no more passing I will
send you sum mony by Exspress
Soon I dont nead any more clotheing
now at all you mite have them made
if you wanted two & then you have
them Redey when I did nead them I would
like mighty well to see you and
the childering but thare is no chance
if you was to see me now you could not
see my face below my nose I have
not shaved since I shaved at home
nor never exspect to untel I get out of
service my musstaches are are about
three inches long tha are a great helf
to me this Cold wether Kiss all the
childering and tell them howdy for
papa I dream of you all ever
night I must come to a close
so no more only remain your
ever affection husband untel
death A,J, White
rite soon