Bristol [New York]
September 22nd 1861
Dear Sister Myra,
I received your old long letter and was glad Scott was so near the rascals but he was blind and they have got the start of him but his wind is good and maybe he will overhaul them. Until he does, we will wait and see what is going on in Bristol. We are as well as usual and I hope these ink marks will find you the same. Things are as quiet in Bristol as though there was no such thing as war but some have left all around us and some from the hill. The women in Bloomfield are busy sewing for the soldiers making shirts and drawers and bandages. The clothes are made so to take them off from broken limbs and cause no pain. They are tied up with tapes mostly but you wanted the rest of that letter and so here it is.
I left you coming down that long hill where I saw the rock that Moses smote and it was good water and we all did it justice and went on after the carriage down the hill and all got in and jolted on toward home. Saw a few blackberries and stopped and picked a few to eat and I got some pine cones and got my hands all stuck up with pitch which looked like silver in the tree but it is not all gold that glitters but the pitch was good. Then we went on stopping and in awhile to fix the harness until we got most home when we stopped to one of Sylvester’s cousins and got our pails full of cucumbers and went on in better time till we got to the post office when I stopped to see if you had not wrote to me but found nothing. Went home and got some supper and that was the last of the ride. You must not let anyone see this. My mending was done right and I am much obliged. Give my respects to all enquiring friends and look for me the last day of the fair if nothing happens. Goodbye for now.
From your naughty brother, A. H. B.
Bristol, N. Y.