I take this pen in hand to write you again before leaving for home. I am not feeling very well and am sad and depressed at seeing such a change in this part of the Country. 

     Lizzie and I went to mas and pas grave and took some flowers, you know ma died when I was born and pa the following year, she says ma had always been a little frail creature, I wish I could have known them, but God's will be done. She gave me mas feather bed and I am going to bring it home with me. 

     The doctor does not give me much incouragement, he is afraid it is a cancer, but don't worry they don't know everything. Hope Bekky is better now, if it is necessary sell the cows and call on Jim he will help you until I get home. I had a word from Nath, he thinks he will be able to come home soon. You would not know Lizzie now she must weigh at least 200 pounds and always jolly in spite of all her burdens. 

     I will be glad to get home to see you and the children.