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Will you please to excuse me? - you know I can’t write very well yet. Your affectionate Cherokee scholar Nancy Mills. Dear Pa, I am very anxious to hear from you and know how you do. The girls had not returned to school when you left to go into Georgia, but now there are twelve Cherokee girls, - William, Worcester & Cornelia makes fifteen scholars. We expect more new girls. Ma thinks she now can take Sarah Lee & Nancy Wilkie. When we look on our maps, we see Milledseville in the interim of Georgia. It looks but little ways from here. I should like to go and see if you work hard & if you have victuals enough. This is all I can write that present. Your affectionate Cherokee scholar. Sincona Six Killer. *. My dear Papa, I should like to see you very much. I hope that you put your trust in God & pray to Him that He will deliver you from all your trouble. I hope that you pray for your enemies as God has commanded us to. I should like to know what you are doing. I should like to know when you are coming home. I hope you think of us every day and pray for us every day. I will try to be a good boy & do all that Mama tells me. I will try to obey Aunt Flora & Aunt Nancy. I know if I am a good boy it will give you pleasure whenever you hear from me. Worcester & I are attending to our studies as usual. I prepare wood for Mama’s & Aunt Flora’s rooms. From your affectionate son. William S. Butler. My dear Papa, I hope that you & Mr Worcester will be out of prison before four years. I hope that God will protect you through his time of trial. I should like to know if they allow you to write letters. We have destroyed all the bees but eighteen hives. We have heard since that Judge Adair was not expected to live, but unclear have heard since that he was better. Mr Gunter, Mr Bark, Mr Richard Fields, & old Mr Griffin staid with us the other night. We have got the corn crib & stable new covered & the lofts are filled with fodder. Jane Ross, Marie, Lydia Kitchna, Betsy Turtle, are writing. Charles Fields’ child is very sick. Catharine is coming to school tomorrow. From your affectionate son Samuel W. Butler. *9 years old