Friday evening.  I have but little to write, but it seems as if I wanted to say some thing more, for I love to hold communion with you, even if it is only by writing. & there may be a few items I may think of, one thing I have no stamps. & have to borrow.  I have no money, no paper or envelopes  You will think me a verry poor man, well I have credit but don't like the idea of going in debt!  I get nothing but my clothes & board.  Uncle Sam is not a verry prompt paymaster.  Well the amount of all this talk is that I want you to send me a few stamps ocasionally, about two each letter you write if you can. & it is too bad to ask you to do this but I don't know any other way to get them, they are verry scarce & you know I must pay up what I have borrowed, & I want to write to you quite often, but here I have written a dozen lines when one would have answered the same purpose with you.  Please send them.  They have brought the corpse of Charly Hepburn over on this side, it is in a coffin in the hospital, or his own tent.  I do not know whether, it will buried here or not.  I am much pleased with our new location here. & tomorrow I think we will move onto higher ground.  We will stay here likely a good while.  I think it is a healthy place
