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& i aint got well enough along to write as i would talk; i no i aint spelled
all the words rite in this & lots of other mistakes but you will excuse it i no,
for you no i was Drought up in a poor house until i run away, £ that i
never new who my father and mother was & i dont no my right name, & i
hope you wont be mad at me, hut i have as much rite to one name as another
& i have taken your name, for you wont use it when you get out i no, & you
are the man i think most of in the world; so i hope you wont foe mad—I am
doing well, i put $10 a month in hank with $25 of the $50—if you ever want
any or all of it let me know, & it is yours, i wish you would let me send

Mission WORK.
you some now. I send you with this a receipt for a year of littles living
Age, i didn't know what you would like & i told Mr. Brown £ he said be
thought you would like it—i wish, i was nere you so i could send you chuck
(refreshments) on holidays; it would spoil this weather from here, "but i will
send you a "box next thanksgiving any way—next week Mr. Brown takes me
into his store as lite porter & will advance me as soon asi know a little*more
—he keeps a big granary store, wholesale—i forgot to tell you of my mission
school, Sunday school class—the school is in the sunday afternoon, i vest out
two Sunday afternoons, and picked up seven Mds (tittle boy*) & got them to
come in. two of them new as much as i did & i had them pat in a class