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of letters added to my former list.- Rachel Woodcock dies very suddenly on the 13th of this month. It is thought by Mr Mills & others that she gave very good evidence of being prepared for this great & last change, though I have nit learned that she said ay thing in her last hours that we may suppose she thought her change so near.- Her father was very much affected with her death.- When it was told him that she was dead, he fainted.

       I will transcribe the Cherokees letters & fill the blank places afterwards.
       Dear Brother                      I will now write to you, for I think you will wish to know about the church in this place. You will be glad to heat that none have turned back since you left. Last communion, four were received, and I think that Major Ridge, James Field & Rising Town, with five more, whos names I cannot tell you, will come before the session next communion.  I think there may be more, but I will tell you afterwards.- I feel thankful that you have been well since you have been confined in prison.  Since I wrote you, I have been well and the people about us are generally well.  I very often think about you and hope we shall meet again; but if we do not meet here, if we obey the commands of God, we shall meet in Heaven,  Mrs Downing sends her best love to you.  This is all I write to you now, my brother.  Arcky Downing.

My brother, Docter Butter I write to tell you that I am well, & that I am very glad to hear you enjoy good health & are comforted in prison. I attend meetings here on Sabbath as I did before you left. The people who live near attend meetings & I talk to them as I need to . I have to tell you that Rachel, one of our faster in the church, was laid in her grave yesterday. we ought to praise God that He did not take her from this life before she repented of her sins & "not clear" the Saviour. Tomorrow morning I set out for Brainerd. Mr Thomson wishes me to be with him at some places where he holds meeting. While I am gone, I shall try to spend my time in this way. Mrs M. sends her love. Your affectionate brother SJ Mills.

Docter Butter, my brother

                               I just wish to write a few lines to you.  I do not know as I ever shall see you here any more.  God knows best where we shall meet together again.  I have been well since you left, but my little daughter came very near leaving this world, but she is now better. I have not forgotten you, though you have been gone a greatwhile.  I think about you every day. I will write