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My Dear gene[[smeared ink]] sunshine COO, 
[[smeared ink]] have about hundred of [[??]] wheat if you will be so good as to let me still it and I will be so thankful to you for I have no other way at this time you sent from gerard word to go on tell you same to [Opilica/Apilica?]. so the man said that handed you the letter that I have not Mr. Rogers is allways at his mill in tavern and will give all satisfaction about what's pay in selling and then devil, that murdered my child or let me have the post office if I keep it it will be done rite. I have been a true loyal man all my days and been showed as little favors and no man can say harm of me and do his soul justice and I never not asked any favors till after the serender and it was promised in the Lawes