Covington June “64
Dear Friend Culver,

Please pardon me for not writing sooner, I have been almost sick now for several weeks and you may guess did not feel much like writing.

It is so hard for me to write to your Co & Regt. now that my brother is gone. I wanted so much to write to you but could not. It brings everything so distinctly before my mind’s eye.

I can in imagination see my brother lying sick no mother or sister near him. I doubt not but that he had good attention, as good as could be given him. We shall never forget your kindness. God will bless you for being kind to the widow and orphan.

I recd a letter and photo from your wife. I have answered it. I feel like I had known her for years. I suppose you think by this time that we are never going to attend to that business but indeed you will get all belonging to you. You know we have no man here to attend to anything for us and it is hard for women to do all. I almost wish people could get along in the world without doing anything of the kind. Widows and orphans have a hard time of it. They frequently meet people that would sooner take from them than give to them. Indeed we have been robbed so much by people here. (yes and other places, people that my father had known for years before his death, and eaven our relatives) that we hardly know who to trust any more. How often I think of my dear uncle Jacob Ullery. How kind he was and how thoughtful when he was here. You know him. No doubt you know almost as much as I could tell you about him.

Last sabbath morning about 8 A.M. a locomotive came from Piqua (6 mi. East of here) and told the men that they had found a man on the track about 1 mi, from here chrushed to death. They went out and found a young man by the name of Silas Hallipeter dead.

He had been into town untill after 1’o’clock the night before. One man said he had been with him untill near that time, He was perfectly sober then. He was known to leave town about 1 A.M. Persons think that he was killed and then put on the track. They found a trail that looked like something had been drug along, they followed it and at some distance from the R.R. found a large pool of blood. Nothing has been done yet to find the perpetrator. They judge an Irishman, His friends I guess think it makes no difference how he was killed. They know he his dead and that is enough for them.