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Blenheim November 29th 1863

Sunday Morning

Dear Nina

It has been almost a week since I received your last

letter, and as we have no church today I will spend a little while

with you. You will be greatly shocked to hear of poor Carrie

Hobson's death, but not more so than we were to witness it. This

day two weeks ago she was taken with headache and pain in the back

of her neck, [noonday?] took her bed and [?] found had to provide [?], but

we thought all the week that she would have it lightly. Saturday night

Dr. H said at the supper table that he thought she would be out in a few days

At [?] that night she complained of something rising in her throat

and upon examination the Dr. found that perforation of the bowels had

taken place and that she was even then becoming cold in death. All that

night I never saw such mental agony as her father endured or

such bodily agony as she suffered. She was not at all alarmed at the

prospect of death, but her bodily agony was so great, we could not tell

the condition of her mind. She died at [?] in the morning last

Sunday Morning. Decay took place so quickly that we were obliged to

lower her body into the ground Monday morning without waiting

for a minister. Cousin John was with the army and we had to send 25

miles for Mr. Berkley. Tuesday morning the funeral services were

performed. Those few days were days of great suffering. I do not

like to think of them, but I made some friends who I hope will make

my time here more pleasant. Dr. [Hobson?] [?] Fannie Harris came on Sunday

morning and staid until Tuesday evening, and we had everything to do together and

took a great fancy to each other. I like her better than any one I have seen

for a long time. She reminds me of Lizabeth and of Mattie Page. Kate Con-

rads friend has red hair, but I think is very pretty. She asked me to come

to see her and said she was not coming up for me as soon as she could have