Sept 13 1862
camp cumming near Abingdon
Dear Wife I take this opertunity
of informing you that I am
well except the yellow
Janders [1] I have not done any
thing in a week but I am
geting better
henry and Jesse is well
and very well satisfied
Jack is better than he he
was when he left home
he will be at home soon
he has tried to get adis charge
and I think he will get it
thomas sentell gave Jesse
a letter I red it and then
he tore it up and said that
he wished he had his
money back
I dont whant you to be
uneasy about me if you
hear that I am dead dont
beleive it for people rites
lies from here
[page 2]
there was a letter rote from
here to a woman that had
three sons here that they was
lying at the point of death
she got on the car and come
to see them and when she
got here her sons was all
well and had not bin sick
the boy has not quit
stealing yet some body
stoled seventy five dollars
from a widow woman the
Major tried to find out
who it was but could not
do it and the battalion
made up the money and gave
to the woman
Joseph broks stole three
segars from a man and they
took him under gard and
kept him two days and
then took his uniform from
him for thirty days so
he has got no cote to ware
[page 3]
I received your letter and
was glad to hear that you
all well
I want you to rite to me
and let me know where to
rite to mat Waits and Ben
and William
you said that Brownen
was taken care of Mary
but you didnot say
who was taken care of
you I want to know
app[l]es and peaches is geting
ripe here now there is the
largest appes here that I
ever saw some of them
will weight two pound
you rote to me how you
and the rest was but
never said how my little
Willie was I have bin
gone pretty nere four
weeks and have not
heard from him yet
[page 4]
when you rite to me rite
afull letter
I want to know if isam
took them steers or not
if he didnot Sell them if
you can for you cannot
feed them through the
winter
I think we will
leave here the 17th of
this month
but dont let that keep
you from riting for the
letters will come to
us after a while
rite to me every week
if you cant say nothing
but we are all
well
nothing more at this time
but your loveing
friend untill death
J.A McMurtrey
to lieucindia McMurtrey