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Corpus of American Civil War Letters Francis G. Springer

Source: Letter of Francis G. Springer, CACWL Collection

Francis G. Springer (b. 1839) was a farmer from Cape May County, New Jersey. At the time of the 1860 Census, Springer and his wife, Elizabeth Jane (b. 1841) resided in Port Elizabeth in Cumberland County, where Francis was employed as a ship’s carpenter. He mustered into Company A, 3rd New Jersey Cavalry on 26 January 1864 and mustered out on 1 September 1865 at Washington, D.C. Francis Springer and his family eventually moved to Kansas.

Transcribed by Michael Ellis, September 2008

M . D Sunday July 25th 1865 My Dire fother an Mother it is With With Plasher that I rite you afu linds To let you no that Iam well an hope These fu linds may finde you the same I recivede your cind leter an mony an Was very Glade to her from you We are a haven a harde time her a maken ote our Papers Bote I beleve thay ar ole rite noe an We shall move for Washenton this Weake Some time an torne in our hoses an things an then We Will goe to trenton to gite our pay an dis charge that Wont take ous long fore oure Papers is ole made ote her an We Will be ate home the forste of next month if nothing hapens. I Want you to rite to me an let me noe Wether thare is eny vesele a ronen frome there to Philade phia noe for I thinke it Will Be a gode thing for me to Bie some floure an things in filia for I can gite them loer then I can ate home Ife ther is a chances to git them home I thote I Wode Bie me a horse in Philadephia Bote I donte noe [page 2] Wate I wode doe with him after I gote home this foll With ote I solde him you can give me youre opinione on thate Wate you think. We are a sen gay times her noe nothing to doe Bote eate an sleape an Iam tarde of thate fore time Pases soe sloe Bote our pay is the same as ite Was Wen we wose a fiting the Wether is very nise her noe I gote a leter from John ate laste an he tolde me thate he Was a gone home nexte month Bote you tolde me he Was ate home noe I thote I Wode meate him there Bote he gote the Starte of me my love to hime an ole the reste of the children I donte noe of eny nose to tele you you moste rite some an tele me ole the nose an hoe times is fore a pore mane an Wether I Beter in liste a gin or note to make a liven rite sone an Drecte as Be fore Noe I moste come to a close Bey sending my love to ole in quarin frends espsheley you an mother Still Remands youre sone Fancis G Springer Gode Bey hopen note long