Dear Wife:
I received your kind letter of the 31st this morning and hasten to reply. I was glad to hear you were all well and hope you continue to enjoy good health. I am well and hope to enjoy good health and strength while I stay in this army. I wrote a letter to you day before yesterday and put $10.00 in it and another yesterday and put in $20.00. I want you to be sure and write and tell me if you received the money or not. I know you got what I sent by Jas. Lindamood. I am sending this by mail today with $5.00 in it and our mail is so uncertain is why I ask if you had gotten the money. I am sorry to inform you that I will not get to come home for 25 or 30 days yet. The Col. won't let a man away from camp now for we are going to start to Canawha Valley day after tomorrow and we expect to be gone 20 or 30 days and unless the Yankees have more force than we think they have we will be at the Canawha salt works before many days. So there is no chance to come home the Col. says till we get back again. I am not sure that I will go yet, for I have no shoes, mine are worn out, and there is none here to draw. The Capt. says he will try to send me a pair. If he can't get me any he will leave me here to help guard the tents and commissary stores. Some one will have to be left here anyhow. Your letter was a very short one this time but it said a good thing when it said you were all well. We just drew a new suit of clothes, pants and roundabout of first rate stuff and nice. I wish I could send my old one home for I can't carry it with me. I would like to come now with my new suit on. Tell father he can prepare to go to seeding all he can. I told him when he was here where I wanted to sow wheat. I fear I will not get a chance to come home, till it is too late to seed much. If he can buy any seed wheat that is cleaner than mine to do so. I must now close as I have no more news that would interest you.
 

 Though towering heights between us rise 
 And roaring stream between us flow 
 I love to think of brighter days 
 When wars shall cease to be no more. 

Yours affectionately till death, 

Thomas W. Fisher 
 
 
 

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