Dear Sister,

     I wrote you yesterday, and sent it to the post office, thinking, that we were going to sea right away. And would have gone, but by the breaking of a gib on part of the engine, we had to lay over until to day. We sail to day 4 o'clock P.M. It is now half past eleven, A.M. and the mail bag closes at one. P.M. and I have my dinner to eat (which will be no great things,) & letter bag to mark, &c. So you may know that I havn't much time to write at present.

I mentioned in yesterdays letter, which you will see, (if you ever get it,) what brought us in so soon. I might mention it in this. We took a prize. off the coast of Yucatan. She is a Schooner[i.e, the Orion], from Kingston, Jamaca, was bound to Matimoras Her cargo is said to be Saltpeter, drugs, cordage, &c. We thought it best to tow her in, as it was very calm. and might take her a good many days to come in under sail. Our prize Steamer which is Still here at anchor, I think Stands a poor show to be condemned. I wish she was at York. The people here, are to much secesh to suit me.

I do wish I was at home to day to get Some pie & milck What do you think we have for dinner. Bull yarn, and rice. Have you had any picnics, this summer. Is Bill & Alice married yet. Has Andy had his beloved one at home yet. Has the Chippea's struck ile yet? how many bbl per day. Are they doing anything at the well that father has an interest. in. How is Aunt Lydia's health. My love to her. Put up pleanty of fruit, for maby I'll be home next winter. to help eat it.

From your brother
John

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