It has been so long since we have spoken, I fear greatly that something has hindered you from responding. Please send a letter by pony express upon receiving this.
Things here are well, the harvest is approaching, and the extra help has been hired ... we will require all the hands possible for the plowing and scything. I'm afraid the corn died early, either by locust or god's will, but we shall have a good crop of barley and conola to dry in the cellar and sell come spring, and our bellies will be full this winter.
I bid you well, I must go milk the cows and churn the butter for our supper biscuits. Darling sister, I am, forever yours,