1862 Sep 24
September 24, 1862
My dear companion,
It is with the greatest pleasure that I seat myself to drop you a few lines which will inform you that I am not well at present. I have the chills and fever.
I hope when these lines reach you that they will find you and Mollie in the best of health.
I was packing up my clothes to come home when Mr. Daniell came to the door. I was surprised to see him.
I think that I will get well. I will try it a week or two longer, and if I do not get well I will come home.
I will try to get this off to the Post Office tomorrow.
I received the syrup jug and butter which Mr. Daniell was so good to bring to me. I think when I have eaten of that and put a plaster of mustard on my back I will get well.
I will send some salt to Barnesville in care of Aaron Jones. I will send it by the first chance to Savannah. I can get salt at ten dollars per bushel. I will send about two bushels for us all, the old man Seaborn, and myself.
I will close. Write to me about my crop and hogs, if you know anything about them. I wrote to Mr. Brooks and told him to mash up the cane and keep it, as I owed him some money. He will do right about it, as I am so confused that I hardly know what to write.
You will read this, if you can.
So, I will close.
Your devoted husband,
William H. Harden