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The Com' have been predjudiced too May God forgive those who have done this cruel thing to me. I can't forgive them yet. Trust I may. But it is as the bitterest drop I ever tasted It stings me so when I think of it, [[?]]
I get so angry I am sorry for my feelings I have 42 scholars from 9 till 12. Then another set 43 from 1 till 4. Then another [[?]] from 7 till 10 at night, Oh they are so eager to learn [[?--?]]
Please tell me whether thee knows if I am to stay here. Direct my letters please to Sg't J.B. Eliot Charlotte N-all [[est guess]]. Southron Farm