August 11, 1867
Dear Uncle,
I write these few lines to you
hoping to find you enjoying the best of heath, as they leave me pretty well in
health at present, but for the last two weeks I have had quite a hard time with
my shoulder. I undertook to be engineer
at the mill and I done very well the first week for I had a fireman, but after
that I fired it myself but it was too hard for me. My shoulder got lame and swelled up and it
gathered ___ and it made me walk one sided and stoop over too. I had it lanced on Thursday morning and then
again Friday. Everything I believe it
is getting well now. I am very glad I am
here in Chicago and not in Tennessee for I had an awful time down there. The chills and fever came very near using me up.
Just before I left there the people were
dying two and three at a time with cholera, but now they say Memphis is
comparatively like ___ only day, and that they die four or five per day, and
the majority of the citizens are sick all the time. All that are able to leave are leaving as
fast as they can.
I received a letter from home
nearly two weeks ago and they say the cholera has been visiting their parts and
making a great sweep, for it has taken a great many of my acquaintances. They asked me to write to you to know what
the reason is of your not writing home for they have not received a letter from
you in a good while, and I guess it troubles them some. Your sister Harriet is married to one Thomas Roberts,
a sailor in the trade between Chester and Isle of Mann and is doing pretty
well.
I have no news to tell you this
time. Give my love to my aunt and the
children and accept the same yourself.
Write soon.
From yours,
Richard
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