November 2 1863
Camp near chatnoga
Dear Wife I [with?]
pleasure I seat my self to
Drop your a few lines this leaves mee
in tolabul helth I hop this may fine
you all in good helth I reseave your
leter you wrote on the 16 of last month
I was glad to hear hou was well an geting
a long well I hant got nothing worth
writing now onley weat bad wether hear [1]
an now an then a shell with it we are
a movein nerley ever day an somtimes
we go back to the pleas wher we started
from in the mor[n]ing Jest a santering a rowng [2]
in the weat and cold that ant mouch
fun the boys is all well an sendes thar
respect to you I have got five or six
plum or chearey seed an I Dont now wich
that com owt of a Dead yeankers
pocket and want yow to plant them
wher you will now them to thar
selves I will put them in this leter
bud got them an give them to me
bud is [wash?] then ever you saw him
[page 2]
I realey had time to write sens I reseve
yor lettr I want you to not wait
for me but write [ofniet?] as you can
tell Juley I hant forgot her yet
I have to a preasant for hear I maid
So nothing mour at preasant
yours truley
EDT Hawkins
to Margret Hawkins
I will send it now I have
the chance