Dear brother I take the opertun [1]
ety of riting a few lines to let
yo know that we ar all tolerable
wel at present and that we have not
for got yo yet I feal ashamed that
I have not rote to yo before now but
I was Sick with chils and fever but
I have got about strate again our
company has gon to wilmington but
I cold not go then and I have not
gon yet but I expect I will have
to go yet bwt I du not know whe
I was inhops that the war wod end

Dear brother i take my pen in hand to
finish the letter that John begon if you can
read it i am sory to day that i cant rit
beter if i coud rite beter i would let
you here all the nusse i am now left a
lone a gain malcom and John is taken to
the war a gain and John was sick all
the time he wase at home but that made
no difes go tha must and Daniel mcfail
come to me the last of agust and was sick
and his father was taken a way and
he staid here til the fift of november
and Died god was pleased to tak
[rest of letter missing]