Chicago
Feb. 20, 1865
Dear Uncle,
I write these few lines to you hoping to find you enjoying the
best of health as it leaves me very well at present.
I was very glad to hear of your exemption. We have received a letter from home and they
complain that you do not write home. We have
learned that old Mr. Gardner is dead. Uncle
thinks that he had better rent a mill or put one up himself here in Chicago
than to get a farm out there, for he thinks there is no place like Chicago to
get a living.
I have no news to tell you this time and this in short with
best love to you all.
From yours,
Richard
B. Jones
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