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Friday Morn, Dear Caty, I received your letter that Antie wrote for you, and was glad to hear from you. I will tell you about Gen. Grants son. He is about ten years old, and wears the nisest kind of Soldier Cloths. He has a little pony about the sise of Black Bird, with a saddle just like his Father's all trimed off which looks like Gold. When we were on review he rode along with the Staff, as proud as though he were the General himself. I am glad to hear that you are such a strong Union Girl for that is right