November 27th 1861
I commenced to writing this letter last Sunday, as Wesley Mcdaniel was to come here Monday for Father to carry him to the depot, but on account of his ankle being so bad he did not come. I packed your box to send by him, as the people is so smart they wont carry a box by mail, and I am obliged to send it by somebody. Father received a letter from William the other day; he is well but he wants to see some of his friends from home very bad. I reckon you think you never saw as bad wrting as the letters I wrote to you, but I am rocking the cradle or Thomas standing by showing me which line to write next or reading what I have wrote. Sally is getting along as well as we can expect. I have not any much news to write. If you should get sick or anything happens to you do not keep it from me for I am prepared to hear anything. And if you should die so far from me may the winds of Heaven waft your soul on high and may the same winds carry your wife and children to the same high where there is rest and peace forever more. Nothing more, but write to your affectionate wife.
Ann C. Mansfield
