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[Letter to
Pvt. Henry Brown, at Thompson,
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Dear Henry, We got a letter from you last night informing us you were sick in the hospital. I feel extremely sorry to hear it. How I wish I could take care of you. Can’t you get a furlough from the hospital and come home and stay till you get well? Father says he don’t believe you will get over it unless you come north. I was thinking about your
being on the way to My poor, poor boy. We just got a letter from you informing us that you are worse. I feel dreadful bad. It seems as though I must do something for you but you are not near enough. Father is going to start tomorrow morning. How I wish I could go but I am not well enough to go and carry the baby and I could not leave her. She is so small. I was in hopes to hear that you was better. I hope now you will get well enough to come home but if it is otherwise, I hope we shall meet where there is no war nor sickness. I think of you there with no one of us to do for your suffering and I can’t scarcely bear it, but I will try to be patient. I did not think of your being so sick, so I waited a spell. I wrote one the first day of May. If you have not got it, I suppose it has gone to the battery. I can’t write much now. It is before breakfast and father is going up in town as soon as he eats. I hope you will be able to come home. Poor child how much you have suffered. The fever and ague is dreadful bad. I have seen Uncle Chandler have it and he had got better too. We are all well now. If you can’t come home, let us know if you are worse. Goodbye Henry. From your affectionate Mother, Mary Brown |
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