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  Brooklyn – 3 May 1860 Dear Walter

i have got all your letters and life of john brown and all the money and comes real good I can tell you i just about get dreaned and that feches me quite right again we thought you would be through this week and should begin to look for you home but your letter says you are not) we are all pretty well I am well i had A pery bad cold and coughf when Jeffy wrote and had been cleaning house and worked very hard but i am well now Eddy is some lame yet he cant doo much I think its the rheumattis Andrew has got quite well he has been here three days in sucsession he and jim I ll tell you walt all about family affairs and then I ll touch on not the fight nor politicks) well we scrach along the same as usual I paid the rent the month of april the 5 you sent me and what Georg vannostrand paid me but i am in debt to ammerman about 10 dollar not lately but when mary was here I had to get so many things if that was paid I would   feel releived but I cant see any way at present so we ll hope for the best we like the people that has taken the house very well A man and wife and one son 17 and one 9 years all but the 9 year one belongs to mr beachers church she is a long island woman and very clever they have the back bacement and the next flour through and one bedroom in the attic for 14 dollars per month we are a little crampt in the basement we miss the water but we ll do the best we can they want gass very much but I did not promice it when they hired) George vannostrand paid me one night and left next morning without any ceremony we expected him again left his things here but he has not been) Fred and bob coopper was here last sunday staid till toward evening) and Hector Tindale was here last week he looks very fat and well and behaved very friendly indeed talked much of his mother says she died of gout in the stomach [illegible] she was not at his house but at her daughters he said he was from home the Doctor said there was no danger when he went she died before his return he thought you had forgotten him or you would have sent him a few lines my pen is so bad

good bie Walt