State of Texas Nacogdoches Co
April the 13 1862
Dear Dr Bone
I received your letter last Friday, dated the 8th, today is Sunday. I am so lonesome [when] you are gone. Pa is gone to Shreveport, everybody’s gone. Most times [it] is so lonesome and desolate here now, and is growing worse all the time, I am afraid. I hope you will get to come home shortly and see us. I don’t want you to join for the war if there is anyway to prevent it. I think twelve months is a long time and, for the war, it might be our lifetime with us, and I rather we would die at home than anywhere else, if it can be so, but I know we have to die when we are called for, let us be where we may. Honey, your ma came to see me last Tuesday evening and stayed till the next evening. She brought me the needles you sent by Harrison Worsham, they were [with] welcome received. Ma brought the letters you wrote her and Mr. Hill for me to read. I give her the ones you wrote to me for her to read. When she was reading your dear and kind letters she bust in to tears, I won’t say for myself. I love your Ma; she was talking about George, and Fos, and you. She loves her children, I know. Pa, Watson is sick. [He] was sick all last week, [he] had fever all the time, and is very sick yet. I don’t know what is the matter with him, unless it is worms. He has fell away and looks bad. He throws up everything he eats or drinks. I hope he will get better shortly.
