I am always glad to see YOUNG PEOPLE come with papa's mail. Out
here in the wilderness we do not often see nice papers; but then we
see what city people never see--plenty of Indians. Many of them are
very poor, and so hungry that they pick bread and scraps of meat
out of the swill barrels to eat--old stuff that the soldiers have
thrown away. I think people should send the poor Indians something
to eat. I send you a picture of some Indians as they look hunting
for food this cold day. I am only nine years old, and can not draw
very good pictures.