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	Pepperell, Aug 7th

	Dear Brother
	                  I have
Reached Home once more
in old P. & found all
our friends here in good
health I came home 
on last Saturday we were
mustered out of the sirvice
upon fryday morning but
were not paid off a cent
& we do not know when we
Shall be We had to stay
at the relay House in
Maryland ten days, after
our time was out, waiting
for a relief Guard
& after we started for
Home we were nearly killed
with kind receptions you

believe we had some of the
tallest receptions in Boston. &
Lowell. in Lowell there
was the best table set
that I ever saw & what a
crowd of people they all
the Mills & Shops, in the
city stoped & everybody
Seemed to be out on the Streets
Charles came to me in
Boston & while we were
up in the [common?] He
looks just as natural as can
be & reminds me of father
in every movement I
Went over to Cambridge & 
stayed with him the night
I was in Boston his wife
is a pretty appearing little
woman. & I think I should 
like her very much [illegible]
I became better acquainted with

her Should you get
this please answer it
I Sent you a paper & 
note just before I left
the relay House for Home
have you received them
I See you [wer?] not concerned
in the fight at Bull run
& hope your regiment were
not mixed up in the
Disagracefull flight that
ensued after the fight
uncle Bolles has nearly finished
his haying & the crops are
generaly Speaking looking very
well    your
	     Affectionate
	   Brother
	      J.R. Dickerman
Uncle & Aunt Bolles send 
much love to you & Say
do your duty. Frank 
Sends a kiss for uncle Edward

[Written on the right side of Scan 3]

write soon yours [illegible] [JRD.?]

	Thinking of Thee

I miss the each lone hour [Star?] of my heart
No other voice has power joy to impart
I listen for thy steps thy kind sweet tone
But silence whispers me thou are alone
I listen for thy steps thy kind sweet tone
But silence whisper's me thou are alone


Darkness is on the hearth [illegible] do & say
Books are but little worth thou art away
Voices the true and kind Things use to me
I have lost heart and mind thinking of thee
[illegible] the time and kind strange are to me
I have lost heart and mind thinking of thee


			Octavia