Johnstown Pa. June 8th 1864.
Wednesday Eve
My Friend Frank.
This morning’s mail brought me your ever welcome letter. I was not very much surprised to find that you were again in the front, for we had seen in one of the dailies that your “corps”, or a part of it had been sent to the front, and I did not know but you might be of the number.
This is prayer-meeting evening, but as it is damp, and I am not very robust, I am not going out. If I could be sitting and talking to you now, instead of writing, I expect my time, this dreary evening—would be passed much more pleasantly. I hope the rebels may not see fit to/make a target of you for their sharp-shooters, as I am anxious to become personally acquainted with my soldier friend.
By being in the army, you will be deprived of the privilege of attending either of the great “sanitary fairs” which are coming off in this state this month. But perhaps you may reap the benefits. Anna is going down to Pittsburg the latter part of this month week, to be gone all the month, and perhaps longer. I will not be able to get there, which I regret, as the “Grand Temple” of this state also meets there this month.
There is a good friend of mine near you someplace, with whom I would like you to become acquainted if you can./
His home is just three doors from here, and if you were acquainted with him, and any misfortune should befall him, his friends might then have an opportunity of hearing from him. Also if harm should befall you by the way, we might hear through him. I will send you a card, which, if you give to him will be a passport to his favor. His name is “Emory Fisher,” 1st Lieut, Co. D. 22d Regt. Vol Cvl. Troops. He wrote from Bermuda Hundred the very day before you wrote to me. He is one of our finest young men, and is much respected and esteemed by all who know him. If you find him—please present him my compliments. With many kind wishes for your present and future welfare I close, hoping to hear from you as often as you have time to write to Mollie E. Bowen.