Camp, Michigan
Wed., Jan. 21, 1862.

Dear Mother: As we have not moved and I may not have a chance to write. I will answer Laura's letter which I received this morning containing your picture. I think it looks very muchas you did when I saw you last but it is not very plain. The eyes do not show very well. I now must have fathers and then I will stop teasing you.

I will have mine taken for Eliza the next chance I have.

Last night it commenced to rain and the wind blew. Just before daylight I heard a cracking noise and a jar. One of the boys got up and found a tree had fallen and had just missed three of our tents. The top just reached to our tent. If it had been just a little longer it would have smashed our tent and might have smashed some of us.

This morning we had orders to hitch up and take the sick to the rail road. When we had them all there and loaded into the cars we then came back to camp and they gave us orders to
reload them from the train and return them back to the hospital. There were only four of them to carry and only one of them was very, sick.

It is still raining and looks as if it would rain all night.

I think we will march in a few days but cant imagine where we are going.

We bought a bag of buck wheat flour, weighed 20 lbs. we paid 20 shillings. It makes rather dear living. We get apples for five cents apiece. I stew some of my dried fruit now and then.
I have tried the cherries and currents but have not tried the berries.

I would like first rate to Home about now. I am tired of war and sick of this kind of living.

I can't think of any more to write to you this time.

You must have father send his picture.
write soon
A.J. Juckett

Have you got that dress yet? I am out of stamps.

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