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peters birg VA July 12 1862
dare wife i take my pen
in hand to drop you A
fue lines to let you now
that i am e well and i
hope A when thes fue
linds Coms to hand may
find you all well i
resevd youer kind leter
the 11 wich gave me much
pleser to hear that you
was all well i have ben
marchen ever sence last
fryday A week i in to
the batel fild i saw lots
of ded men but i
was one day too late for
the fite but then i went
done the rive Abot ten
miles and the yankes
throde their bums at us
but tha did not hurt eny
of us but the Come mity
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Cloce to us V all lay
flat to the grond but
the say that the yankes
is all gone back and i
hope that the will stay
back i wont you to
save my may heet [1] to
its self to sow in the botem
i wont that pese all sode
if it Can be dun i want
you to brake up that at
is sode in aots if you Can
but i th hope that i will
git to Come home dis
fall if i dont i wont you
to try to sow rite smart
of heet for you Can race
that [ink blot]er than you Can
Corne i wont you to keep
all the heet if you pay
the hands pay them the
money and keep the bheet
heet fore i will be
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too hy to by flouer
is fifteen dolars A barle
now and it will be
must [2] then that tel
fall the say that the
l boys hasto all Com
out the say that
mark hut huit will
git to stay at home
but he is the one
that orte be gone
i wont to now if you have
setel with John bumgander
er not i wont you to setel
with them all of them an
try to git the money
afor the times is A gonte
be harde V have Come
back on dis side of
peters birg V er Cloce
to tone a and it is A
nasty place a for A man
to stay it is too Cloce tone
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tel mark and James
and elen and robard
that must be good boys
And when i Come home
i will fech them A
purty far them
i wod like to see
you and dem all one
time more but i hope
that i will git to see
you all A gane i think
A bot home ever o[?]er
in the day so i must
Come to A Close by saing
remember youer dar
husbon on til deth and
i will you back youer
leters to petersbirg
VA in the Care of
Capton bost the 46 rig
~W P Cline to
Mary C Cline
- wheat
- musty?