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Brick House October 4th 1862

My dear Mother

I can't tell you how disappointed
I was yesterday-evening when Mr Crow came
in & though he saw & spoke to me said nothing
about a letter for me. I had been lying on my bed
anxiously counting the moments until his return
hopeing that I would get a letter from you.
I tell you, though that my disappointment was
suddenly turned in to joy when on going into the supper
table, Mr C. handed me the very identical letter I
was looking for.

I hardly know what to talk about, except No. 1, & as the
news about him is not very good I am afraid this will
be a very unsatisfactory letter. However, "time & tide
wait for no man" so I will have to do the best I can
with the material I have on hand.

I am sorry to say that I have the jaundice. It, I suppose
has entirely taken my appitite away, so you
see the sweetness of your advice (about my eating
too much) was wasted on the desert air. The worst of
all is, I'm continusly sick at stomach--have a disposition

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not time to correct
this you must excuse
all imperfections.
Please My dear Mother
don't make yourself
uneasy about
me. I will
always let you
know if any thing
goes wrong with
me. Tell Father
that I would be
very glad to hear
from him.
Write soon
Your affectionate son

Lewis