Corenteen, Feb. 1t, 1863
Dear Father and Mother
                  It is with
the greatest pleasure that I
once more take my pen in
hand to let you know where
I be and how I get along
I am well and in good spirits
and I hope this will find
you the same.  it has been 3
weeks (ago today) since I wrote to you
last.  but it was because I
did not have a chance to
send a letter   our ship is at
corenteen about 50 miles
from the gulf on the Missis
sippi river and 75 miles from
neworleans.  they have stoped
to leave the sick to the
Corenteen Hospital   we are
going to Neworleans this
after noon.  we had a first

rate good time coming
untill we got to the mouth
of the river and then there was
a gail of wind took the ship
and blew it off so it took us
2 days to get back.  we had a
nice ride   we went 1500 miles
without seeing land.  I dont
know where our regiment is
yet   some say it is guarding
the railroad between Neworleans
and Texas and some say
it is in Texas.  but I shall know
before a great while.  did you get
the 2 letters that I wrote you
one before we got on the ship
and the one after I was on the
ship.  I should have wrote before
the ship started but I did not
know it was a going to start
untill the tug boat come to
tow her out of the bay and
then I did not have time.
                  turn over

some of the boys are as lowsy
as our Calves use to be
but I have not found one on
me yet so you can
judge whether I am clean or
durty.  Oringes is worth 50 cts
a hundred   there is any quantity
of them down hear   Oh how I
wish you could have 2 or 3 bushels
up there as fresh as they be 
down hear.  the trees are small
but they say there is 25 bushels
on some trees.  and I beleive
it for there is 20 on some
small limbs not as large
around as my little finger
and the oringes are as large as
a goose egg.  J.C. is fat as
as a hog   he is well.  it is
pretty warm weather hear
I saw an alligator day before yester
day   I should think he was 12 feet
long   they are thick down hear
                  turn over again

I dont think Capt Tucker is dead
but he may be but I hope not.
it is a lazy time with me now
nuthing to do and nuthing
to read.  I have not got my pay
yet and I dont expect to get it
untill the middle of march
then I shall draw quite a pile.
did you get that drill book   it was
for Henry but I directed it
rong.  how is all of the folks around
there.  I made 2 rings worth 25 cents
a peice a day or two ago.  well I guess
you will think this is a mixed
up mess but you must read
it if you can   I am setting on
the anchor to the ship with my
portfolio on my knee   it is
a pretty poor place to write   dont
write to me untill you get anot
her letter from for I dont know
where to direct.  I shall write again
as soon as I get on land and I
hope it will be in a short time
dont worry about me for everry
thing is all right now.  I remain
as ever your ever loving son
this from Galutia H York to
Zebulon T and Lucy F York.	
	when this you see
	remember who wrote it
	for it was Galutia

Jud is going to write to his mother
today
Pa is the beef all gone and how comes on the Cider
I send lots of love to you all so
good by for this time or untill you
hear from me
again and that will be soon if the Lord wills it