No 19th Cottage Home, Iowa Sabbath Morning, April 9th /65 Dear Husband, Yours of the 24th written in field was received last evening, and it was one of your best, and was appreciated more on account of your being in immediate danger; two weeks since it was written too, what may have transpired in that time, how many have gone out of this life, hurried into eternity without a moments warning, leaving a void in the hearts of those who called them husband, father or brother, that can not be filled; O, the thought is terrible! You speak of writing to me on the 12th.  I have not received that yet, but presume I shall, as I believe I have got all the letters you have written me.  You evidently thought that fathers would be gone when I got this letter, but they are here yet, I presume this will be the last letter I will ever write you from "Cottage Home" it makes my heart ache to write it.  I can't fully realize that it is so, but time is drawing near now; father was up to Desmoines yesterday, and hired teams to take him next Tuesday; he is anxious to get away before his time is quite out, for if any thing should happen
