Sumter S. C.
April 11, 1869

Dear Fuller:--

Don't be alarmed at my chirography--or think it indicates failing strength on my part. I found just now some crow quill pens which my brother gave me when I was at home and thought I would try them. Don't think I shall try them long though. Have had enough of it.

Many thanks for your beautiful present to my school--I mean the large singing-card. The children are delighted with it. They learn an air very quickly if they only have something to read the words from, and a want of hymn-books has been my chief want in singing. I have heard of these cards before and wished I had some.

I had a new luxury yesterday. What do you guess? Early radishes? No; brown bread. I saw up town the other day rye-flour advertised (as a great rarity) & immediately sent for some, and yesterday essayed a loaf. It was not quite equal to Mrs. Fisk's still to an exile from New England it was much like a green spot in a desert. I shall try again.

The leaves are all out on the trees, and the country is beautiful. Yesterday was a lovely day warm and bright-- and as I sat on my veranda at work I felt as if I must grow in order to enjoy the perfect weather duly. The mockingbirds are very plenty and very musical. I watched one follow a long while yesterday. He seemed crazy he was so full of song. He could not express all he wanted with his voice--his wings feet, & whole body were in action. They possess oratorical powers not to be despised.

My friend Mr. Whittemore is on the Reconstruction committee in the House of Representatives. It is a bitter pill for the unrepentant rebels, who know they have no favor to hope from him. He is not to be bullied or bought.

With love to Mrs. Fisk.

Yours

Jane B. Smith.