No 28 
   Nashville June 9th /63
Sister Emma
      Good Afternoon
How do you do today I
am as well as usual Jerrie
is complaining a little
We are doing provost guard
duty how long we shall
continue is more than I
can tell. It seems a long
time since I wrote or read
a letter of my own I hear
from mich occasionally by
others Charlie lets me read
his letters from home that
is some satisfaction. Jerrie
says he dont care if you
send him such a pin cushion
as mine. Where is my chest
has Clark moved it over
to your house yet. if he has
not please tell George to
go and get it if Father 
will [crossed out] [no] let him have it
if he refuses to let it go
please let me know and
I will send him a line
your mother wrote to 
Charlie that Clark and
Father had had some troub
-le about the horses those
colts seem to be the cause
of a good deal of trouble
you know Father and I
had a fuss about them one
year ago last winter a
short time it seems to me
since then and a long time
to you I presume happy
hours we passed then to
return no more others
I hope are in store for
us. I wonder those persons
say now that said two
years ago that the rebs
would be cleaned out in
a short time I dont
see as they are very near
it yet. If we do provost
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duty for the next six mont^ 
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we shall not have to marc^
a great deal and that is
the talk now there was
a squad of men went
              this morning
to town^   to clean out
an old court house for
the regiment to quarter
in. (it takes the whole reg
to do the duty.)
I went over to see Horace
the other night found him 
and his comrade in their
little pup tent (as well call them)
they are just big enough
for two men. I have not
had a letter from [illegible]
folks since we left lexing
-ton I reckon they soured
on me. you E.J. John Clark
George and cousin carrie are
the only ones that write to
me and none of them often
-er than you. I guess I have
had very near as many from
you as all the rest put
together. But I must stop for 
this time write as often as you
can and with a good night
as of old I will wind up
James   
I write so little I can not
write as well as I could once