fair feeld Bedford Cunty ten may 17th /63
dear Cister I seat my self to answer
your vary Kind letter that you Rote the
27 of April whitch gav mee mutch
pleasure to hear from you all and
to hear that you was all well But
sorey to hear that any Bodey had Bin
vax inated with the vax ina cian thats
in surklacian now for it is not the
Rite kind no dout thair has Bin A
time of sore armes hear A grate maney
had to go to the horse pittle and one of
ouer men died from it no dout in
my mind I had it put in my arme
But it did not take and gos in my arme
nun no more thas fue lines leaves mee
in as good helth as comon with the Ex
sepcian of A pane in my left Cide that
has Bin hurting mee Ever Cince I was
Cick at murfrees Boro I am in hopes
thas lines may find you all well and
dooing well I hav not mutch to Rite
onely A Baut hard times and I Expect
thair is janerril crop of this all over the
suthern Con federcey we air at fair feeld
in 4 miles of war trace in 18 or 20 of mur
frees Boro on one prong of duck River
this is A good Country hear grate land
and the powrfulst plac I Ever saw for
pasture the Blue grass is A Bout halfe
leg hy in the woods and feelds thats not
tended the Countrey Remind mee of old
Bun Comb Bey I lov the mountans
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I hate to hear of meanness Agoing
on in my natif Countrey for if thair
Ever was A time that peple wood
lay off meanness and Ceace to doo wicked
is not this the time O that I
Cood Rite my thouts and feelings to
you But time and the im posibility of
my feelings Causes mee to Ceace Riting
with a ful hart and A glad Sole I
Ceace Riting on the suject we air
Expecting A Row hear ouer hevey
Baged is orderd to the Rear I Recon you
hav hear that Janerel Stone wall Jackson
died from feaver and Janeril vandorn
giting shot throu the head for sleeping
with A doctors wife I wood hav dun
Just as the doctor dun go it doctor
if All Reports is true that doctor ort
to hav A grate practice in Buncomb
I must Cum to A clos ReBeckey I
want you to Reed this letter to
tena and my dear little children
tell them that I think I will git
to Cum home Be fore vary long
to see them All tell Brug that
I hav got him A nife and will send
it to him By Captan RobBerds and
tell the galls I will send them sum
thing By RobBerds tell tena I will
Be A Blijh to sleep with hur when
I Cum home Bless hur hart how I doo
lov hur and got A poor way to help my self
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tell S[?] I want hur to sav mee A dram and Rase lots of Chickens for I will Be to see hur when I Cum home tell Pattons folks all houdey tell Cris I wood like to git A letter from him and any of my freds my Chance is Bad to Rite Rite to mee as soon as you can
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tell Ab to Be Shore to Rite to mee and he will ReCiev the same tell your mother and pap houdey and that I want to See them Bad Anuf tel unkel feels houdey and that I am loocking for him to cum hear to See mee no more But Remains yours tell deth
J W Reese to R E Eller