Dear Cosans I take mi pen this eving to ancer yore kind leters which was red with plesher We was glad to here that you was all well we all have bad colds I have the worst cold that I ever had Marcelus is in the cradel sick now he had the croop last nite I thaut he was a going to die he is beter now I hope when these lins coms to hand tha will find you all well and doing well I wod riten sooner but we wanted to here from the boys since the batel we herd wasant any of them hert that went from here I am glad of that mis more was the uneasy I felt ofel sory for her and for all that had men gon to that awful war well sarha and jula ihope that it will be the last batel that ever will be fot /

 

dear friends hant much to rite to you If you was here icod tell you lots I cen tell you that joles has bot moss out he is a going to move the first of march will slifer has bote a farm close to dan blacks brother sam is a going to move this weake up to her dades close to Saly I never herd of so much moving I hope the next moving we hav will be of Will and sarha and james and july Miss more was here to day she sed when elk\ herd that igot leter from you she sad she wonderd if ther was eny thing a bout Sile mis mor told her she dident now what was in the leter mis more sed that leter that july sent sile him and elk was mad a bout hit elk geve the leter to mis more to red mis more sed she was glad wen she was areding the leter tha wont get mis more to agree much /

 

well sarha I have yore lard can hef fool of lard for you when you com and som for july to if she wants hit i wish that you was her now and had plase close to us Marcelus has a big apel for lissa he ses he ant a going to eat hit he sed the other day he wod lik to no whi will forder dident com her eny more I told him that he was gon to war harve tiscins wife has got a sun she call his name rosencran brother hamp sed he wanted you to rite to them I mus bring mi leter to a close ike wants to go to town I hope to remain cosin untel deth I want you both to rite rite when you herd from the boys farwell mi friends tell we meet gan Mary Booker to Sarha forder and july mackmulen /

 

I want you to rite and tell us what you think of the war I think tha wont be no more batels

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