October 8, 1862
I take my pen in hand to inform you that I am well at present and I hope when these few lines will come to hand they will find you all in the same state of health. I received your letter on the 7th and I was very glad to hear from home. I had a middling sick spell since I wrote last. I took some medicine and it helped me right off.
John Stiffler is getting well. He bought a half pound of butter and I had [already] ate my breakfast and [when] I tasted the butter, I ate another hearty breakfast.
Yesterday was a very rough day. The snow was seven inches deep—the worst day we had here yet. I never received no paper from home yet.
They had great [the] greatest firing at a big owl. [They took] 8 shots at it and the feathers [flew] out of it and never few.
I am pretty nervous of taking my medicine. I have nothing more at present. Remember your dear husband, — Jacob C. Claar
to Christina Claar
I take my pen in hand to inform you that I am well at present and I hope when these few lines come to hand, they may find you all in the same state of health. I drawed a pair of drawers and one short not more than two minutes. Nothing more at present but remember your dear son-in-law.
— Jacob C. Claar
to Joseph Claar