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Atlanta Ga
23rd Sept. 1863.

Dear Brother,

I don't know whether or not my letters in
pencil receive any attention from the postmaster but—
I have no pen nor ink — I am writing on my right
knee crossed over my left, with my back reclining
against my saddle. We have got tents and I am inside
of one — We have one to eight men. They are old tents
dirty, and somewhat ragged, without flies. Night
before last was the first time we slept in them, and
I caught my first cold that night, caused not by
the tent itself but by the the crowd in it. I get cold
every night. My back hurts me, but otherwise I am
as well as usual this morning, the symptoms of
general cold which I felt yesterday having
passed off. — The 4 officers and Jimmy Alfriend
sleep in the same tent. — Jimmy went to town yesterday
and got drunk and behaved very badly and
got into the barracks. Benson and Lewis were both
in town at the time. They sent for me to go over
and get Jimmy, out and I went, and when I got
there they had already got an order for his delivery
to them. He was however still a prisoner when
I got to him. — I found him with a rock in his
hands, defying one of the sentinels. He had before

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