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Omeka Smith.

My friend, Dr. Butter, I will send my love to you. I wish very much to see you here again. I try to pray that you may return, and stand and pray and teach in the same place where you used to. I will write more another time, for while I am telling what to have written, others keep talking so, that my thoughts go from me. Your friend Smoke.

Doctor Butter, I send my love to you. I think about your being shut up in prison a great part of my time. I try to pray for you, that God will blefs you where you are. I would? be very glad to meet you again in this world. I think we shall meet in Heaven. I am well. This is all I can write now. When I first set down, I thought I had so much to say, but evon as I began, my mind all fcattered. Your friend Jay Bird.