February the 28 64
deer Father an Mother
I seet my Self to drope
you A A few lines to let
you no that I am well an
harty at this time an hope when
thees few lines com to
hand it my finde you
all well I am A boiling
Salt and haf ben A
boiling all of this month
we haf no nues her of
intress at the presant
I reciev thim thing you sent
by Mr kirkman all safe
and your kind letr which
gave me gate satis facton
to her from you all
I would like to no when
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you herd fom my
brother Christfer last
in you next letr
som of the boyes is gon
to the yanks an sens they
went we git meet aplinty
they feed yus betr to
keep us her they are
A fraid if they dont
give us more meet we
will go the same rode
I dont no when I will
git to com hom I [??]
soon So no more rite
Soon an fale not form
J jackett to

My parents
an so forth