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Lincoln Hospitol Washington DC Nov 20th 1864
My Dear Sister I now take My pen in hand to pen you A few lines to let know how I Am giting along I don't Cough but a little now Helen I that you wil git wel soon for it is to bad for you to lay there and cant help your self I suppose that the Snow is two or three feat deap hant It Helen it has rained ever Since got back hear Helen tel Mother that she and [Sae?] ms not Work to hard for if thay to thay wil be Sick Tel Farther to carful of his helth and Culum to and tel him that I want him to lirn trad[e] and be a good boy Helen tel Atta that she grow and be a good girl til I come