It is not that I do not often think of you, that I do not write oftener, there is little time that I am not thinking of you. Our boy does not make one think of you less. How I wish you could see the dear little fellow. Here we (are) at Whitewater Falls. I am stopping at Obed's; think shall stay here until spring. I hope that war will be closed by that time and you will be home. Oh, won't we prize our home if we are permitted to have one together? I came down here a week ago yesterday. I got very nervous but feel rested now. Baby is well, weighs seven pounds, he will be a great deal of company for me this winter. If you do not object I will call him Edwin. Levi; if you have a name you like better write me.
I know you would love him if you were here. I received your letter of Oct. 2nd just before I left Highland. I felt so very sorry for you that you had the ague. I hope that you will not have any more 'shakes'; take good care of yourself as you can. Do not worry about me, my own dear Husband. I think God answers our prayers. I am not very strong but presume I shall feel as well as ever in a few weeks. My limb does not trouble me more than it did before we were married.
Write me as often as you can, Levi. You do not know how very much I miss you.
Nov. 4th. October has gone and I will again take up my writing and try and finish this. I suppose Allen has written you how much grain there was. Three hundred eighty seven (387) bushels of Oats. The corn Obed and Williams husked, was 210 bushels. O. & W. went up yesterday and finished husking, fenced the grain crib, corn crib, etc., covered the potatoes which they had dug up and partly covered before. There were forty bushels of potatoes. They brought down your heifer so our stock is now all together. Three heifers and the steer. I shall keep him though I have chances to sell him this fall. It was so very dry on the Prairie that I got tired of staying there, and I think I would have suffered with cold this winter. I should have stayed there, but thought it best on the little bright-eyes fellow's account (who is sleeping so sweetly by my side) to come to the valley, much more than for myself, I came for him. It is a great deal of work to take care of him; he worries though he does not cry a great deal. He is two months old today ñ hope he will grow so that he will not be so much work a great while. If you were here, dear Levi, I know you would hold him for me to write letters, or do what I please.
Our friends here all seem to think enough of him, like to talk to him and take him when he is good, but if he worries, his Mother must care for him then.
Do you begin to think I am forgetting you my dear Husband, I have so much to say about 'the boy'? No you are not thinking that because you know how much I have loved you ever since I promised to be yours.
Baby is waking and I must close. Write as soon as you can. Take good care of yourself. I remain as ever your affectionate wife
Ursula E.
Emery
U.W. Emery.
