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� D.C Lincoln Hospitol Washington

                                Nov 20th 1869

My Dear Sister I now take My pen in hand to pen you A few lines to let know how I Amgiting 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 [2 words - can't read] It Helen it has rained ever Since got back hear Helen tel Mother that she and you must not Work to hard for if [2 words - can't read] they wil be Sick Tel Farther to careful of his helth and Culum to and tel him that I want him to [2 words - can't read] and be a good boy Helen tel Atta that she grow and be a good girl til I come