Dear father and mother:
I seat myself this morning to drop you a few lines as I have a chance to send it by S. C. Smith, he having obtained a furlough to go home to see his brother who we understand is lying at the point of death. I am as well as usual myself and Cameron and the rest of the boys are well also. The weather is very rough now, but we have quite comfortable quarters and we don t mind the weather much. I think if they are all well at home now you might come and see us a few days. There is no danger of you freezing when you get here, we have quite a warm shanty and we sleep as warm as a nest of pigs. I have no news of importance to write and do not expect to write much as I wrote a letter a few days ago and as yet have received no answer. I want to know what amount of corn James Harrell got so that I will know how to settle with him, or rather him settle with me. I want to come home toward spring if possible and make some arrangements about a corn crop. I can t say whether I will get to come or not, but hope so. I am scribbling in a hurry. Sam is waiting on me so for the present I must close. 

Remember me in your prayers.                                                   
Your affectionate son, 
Thomas W. Fisher.  
 
 

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