To JAMES T. FIELDS January 9, [1862], Wheeling
Mr. Fields
Is it too late to put a sentence onto John Lamar? I will write it on the other side. It is to go where Dorr and Lamar are talking just before the sentence, “The mills of God grind surely Dorr…
To: ANNIE ADAMS FIELDS January 26, [1863], Wheeling[1]
I know you will forgive me, dear Annie for not writing sooner. I’ve abandoned mail—to be fitted and inspected and looked at by women with mouths full of pins[2] and me eye shut, and I’m tired of…
