It's from Jake Alspaugh, who quite working for me to enlist.

Read it yourself." The old gentleman threw the letter upon the grass, and strode on angrily into the house.

Rachel smoothed out the crumpled sheet, and read with a growing sickness at heart: Mr.Bond--Deer Sur: i taik my pen in hand to lett you no that with the exception of an occashunal tuch of roomaticks, an boonions all over my fete from hard marchin, ime all rite, an i hope you ar injoin the saim blessin.

Weve jest had an awful big fite, and the way we warmed it to the secshers jest beat the jews.

i doant expect theyve stopt runnin yit.