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Sunday morning (Note: This letter is undated but may have been written on Sunday the 15th as continuation of the November 14, 1863).

Dear Charlotte

I thought I would write a little more this morning. I wish I could be home to day to viset with you. I want to see you and the children verry much. I which I knew how little Matie is this morning. You stated she got poor. I am sorry she is sick. I will send her a paper. Tell her I sent it to her. You sent me a list of the drafted men. I see it in the Binghamton Demercrat. They had ought to drafted long ago. Our camp is half a mild from the river. There is plenty of good water here. The rebs picets are all cavelry men on the other side. There was one come croosed yesterday afternoon with a flag of truce to see his wife and children. His famely lives betweene our camp and the river. The Colonel wouldent alow him to leave the river. He sent for the mans wife and she went to the river and see him. The river is narrow and we are on one side and the rebs on the other. We dont fire at each other. Haint yet at least and I hope it wont commence. I dont think it is right for picets to shoot each other but we cant tell what minute they will dash in. If they do they will find the old 137th around. I told you in my first letter after the battle that the Colonel was wounded. It was so reported but he was not but his coat was cut and torne on his shoulder. You hadent better undertake to go with Jack unless you have a good driver. I guess you had better sell him if you can. I am afeard something will hapen if you dont. He will run away and kill you yet. I would like to have you ride out often but it haint safe for you to go alone nor for a woman to drive him on a rough road. You have a good deal of troubel and wory a great deal. You musent wory about me. It dont do eney good but makes it worse but you cant help it. I feele sorry for you and sorry I have brought so mouch troubel before you but you must look at both sides and think of the danguer our country is in. Our goverment must be saved. That is all that ceeps up my courage and what makes me fight. If I dont have the benifit of it you and my children can have. Poor little Matie she dont forget me yet. I wish I could see her and I would like to see the baby. He must be a big baby. I dont see who he takes after. He must be pretty smart if he laughs and wants things in his hands. How does Matie like him. I am anxous to get your likeness to see how he looks. The report is that our men whiped the rebs nicely yesterday. The canonadeing was cept up untill after dark as I sead in my other sheet. I dont think they ever will gain another victory. I think luck has turned. Ceep up good spirits dear Charlotte. I hope in a fiew months I will be home with you again. It is awful hot to day. The swet justs pours off of me. I am glad we dont have to march to day. James Webster was not killed nor wounded in the battle. I must stop writing for this time. It is so hot I cant write. Give my respects to all the folks on the hill. My love to you. Kiss the children for me. Good buy dear Charlotte.

Charles to Charlotte

Write often.

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