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I am half frozen all the time; have to go to bed to keep warm, and yet the Yanks will not give us any fuel. Suppose they think they can fight Rebels more successfully by starving and freezing them to death than in any other way.
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Tuesday, November 1, 1864. Last night was a terrible night for my poor eyes, and as a consequence I slept until late for dinner. At the office only to find the [[?]] in the worst possible con- dition. But I am not the first one that has failed to get it clean. Being in the worst possible stri[[?]s for money, and several bills staring in my face. I made of a bundle of old clothes, and received these for a dollar, which helps me a little. To m[[?]] in the evening, and the[[?]] another g[[?]] killing night of woe and w[[?]] and sore eyes!
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Tuesday, November 1, 1864. Last night was a terrible night for my poor eyes, and as a consequence I slept until late for dinner. At the office only to find the [[?]] in the worst possible con- dition. But I am not the first one that has failed to get it clean. Being in the worst possible stri[[?]s for money, and several bills staring in my face. I made of a bundle of old clothes, and received these for a dollar, which helps me a little. To m[[?]] in the evening, and the[[?]] another g[[?]] killing night of woe and w[[?]] and sore eyes!
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Transcribed by literaryoracle · 10 / 27 / 2026
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