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Assistant Quarter Master's Office, Head Quarters 2d Div., 6th Corps. September 10, 1863.
My dear Mother:
Once more my "Quill is Clear" and I will use it a few minutes to thee this morning. I am feeling first rate again and have had no Chill since Sunday, which does not fail to gratify me some. The Quinine did the business for me as I intended it should when I sent for it. I have just come from a good Breakfast of Beef Steak, Fried-potatoes and Coffee, so I feel ready for the good days work which is before me.
If this is to pass for my term in Hospital for the Season I am very thankful it is not worse.
Chills even in so mild a sense are not at all [underlin]enviable[/underline] though I never could see any one else
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shake with them and not [underline]laugh[/underline] at them; but at those times I did not intend to ever have to shake, for [underline]my self[/underline]. When I did come to have one a year ago it was so much worse than I ever [underline]imagined[/underline] that I [underline]had[/underline]to laugh at my self.
Yesterday we drew and issued Clothing to the Division and to-day are to have Quartermaster's Stores so I must not write a long letter.
I got one last evening from Henry giving an account of his visit to our dear "home." He enjoyed himself, very much, there: told some of the particulars and seemed to think that I should have enjoyed it too if I had been there. [underline]Perhaps[/underline]
As long as I am well, though I can enjoy myself [underline]here[/underline]: and I am sure that when I am sick I write enough to you of it to make you almost as much trouble as I have, of my-own. Even thee cannot complain but I have kept you posted this time
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I fear from what Henry writes thee is not as sure to tell me of [underline]thy[/underline] little ailments.
I am not sure that even thy age and experience gives thee that caution to exercise that [cure?] over thy self that thy health requires.
Guess I must come home and see about it. Give my love to all. Ann is ere now at Glenwood, I suppose, is she not?
With much love to [All?]
Thy loving Son
W. B. Stevens
To R. B. Stevens.