My Co. goes on again next Saturday morning and stays on till Sunday morning at nine
oclock. My front lower teeth are getting worse all the time, and something is eating
my gums off them, and it is beginning to eat down in my chin. In fact, I am beginning
to be afraid that it will become a kind of eating cancer. I believe my three teeth will
drop out in less than six months or they will get to pain me so and become such a
bother that I will have to have them pulled. But I do not care much, and I scarcely
ever think of it. Did my little Zetty get my letter a week or two ago? Rebecca said
Zetty was much prettier than when I seen her, and that she and little Vernon would
talk about their pa being Captain in a Reg Company. God grant that I may live to see
and talk to the dear little children. I was really glad to hear of your living to
yourself again, and James staying with you. I know you and James can live well
satisfied together. I wrote to Rebecca yesterday, and James and Lee just a few
days ago. So my letters are very poor things. It is nine o'clock so I will quit
for tonight, and go to bed with my [undecipherable]. Sile Baltzell continues to do well. I
will finish in the morning. Goodby, Sarah. William
