kind Sir we1 have received your kind letters and perused them with much pleasure we will assure you that your letters will always be very acceptible with us your Comrad Bethuel Smith2 has gone about forty miles from her with his team to work by the Day he gets twenty shillings per Day he went this week his health is not very good yet i dont now how he will stand it if his helth is good enough to work he may stay sevral weeks his health was very poor when he come home and that is the news why he Did not come and see you he wanted to get home and be doctered for he thinks it a very poor place to doctor down there we have one son younger with us he is Choping in the lumber woods and the two girls are with us so you se we have but four in a family at presant the rest of our family are as well as usual thu[e] will rite when he gets home we have got your papers you sent and thank you for them as we dont take any papers at presant those come very welcome the republicans have elected there oficers at last now we shall see what they will do we think the war will last four long years more at least it ought to be the most earnest prayer to almighty god that the war might come to a close that those suffering soldiers might return to their homes and we have peace and more throughout our land there will a draft in this town within a few days we have three sones here that will be liable to the draft and two in Pennsylvania you have a Mother with you I would like to now of her welfare i think she has one great blessing to comfort her in her age and that is having a kind hearted Son well i cant rite much more at presant i will say we got your letter and like you sent last fall and think a great deal of it
Bethuels wounds are all sound and well and he is not lame in the least but has not got well of the diaraee we have got most everything we could think and hear of and it dont cure him he has had it ever since he was wounded in last June sometimes he gets better but not well if you now of any you think would cure him i should like to have you write what it is
We will rite some more there is a small village a few miles north of us called rider which letters sometimes goes when you put on Quens-bury we dont get them when they go there very often perhaps i have rote enough at presant we live in hopes we may see each other yet if our lives are spared this from Bethuels father and Mother