Wrote to Judith. This was a beautiful day watched by the side of a dying man in Ward . He seemed to be happy, he died at
6 p.m. how bright his prospects of home. He told us all [he's] now going home this evening and I trust he is at last in a
brighter happier home then the wicked world ever give.
Wrote to Rev. G. W. [Northup] very pleasant day do not feel very well arm quite sore. News from the army discouraging how
my heart does beat for my poor suffering country how I long for the time when I shall be well enough to fight again and if
necessary bleed for her again.