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Princeton, Sept. 22, 1862, Very Dear Brother, When they wrote me that you had enlisted in our country's service and left a pleasant home I could not realise that it was so. Imagination carried me back to the old Elm Farm, to the morning that I came from Aunt Putney's and they told me I had a little brother, which I found to be a fact when I saw him lying on a chair in the west room of the old shop, after that I took care of that little brother in the new house. He was my baby while Sister Carrie was Lydia Morrison's as we played company under the "Oil nut" tree. Three years later and he was for the first time a scholar in that same west shop room