As I sit here in the office with nothing to do, I thought that I would write a few lines to you:1 I don't know as I have anything to say that will be news to you, but thought I would write more for practice than anything else. Ben has gon away today but Geo. Fox is here with me, Ben will not be home for a coupel of days or more, he has gon to N.Y. I don't feel very well this afternoon, have got the head-ache as usual, worse this A.M. loc_vm.00128.jpg than I have had it for sometime. The folks and I have commenced to miss you aready , they were talking of you as soon as you left. I wish you was down here with us; when you came down Debbie2 said to me, it seems like home now Mr. Whitman is back: I wish you would put the ring on my finger again, it seems to me there is something that is wanting to compleete our friendship when I am missing you. I have tride to studdy it out but cannot find out what it is. You know when you put it on there was but one thing to part it from loc_vm.00129.jpg me and that was death. Isn't it a fine day out, it does not look like a Fall day, more like a day in April, although there is no birds singing, but still I think that the day has more the ppearance of a Spring day than a Fall one. I think I will bring my letter to a close for I have to make out some bills for the Freight-master. Good by.
Ever true [damage] friend, Harry StaffordP.S. Write soon, and come down when you can. Yours.
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