I have said, father, I desire to be burid here, & before I go home, but if <this is not thy will> not may I return, or find Some kind friend to bring me back, & gather my friends, who have fallen in foreign lands, & bring them up hither, that we may may all lie together.—
I will tell you what I want. if tomorrow I shall be calld to lay in yonder tombs. in the morning of the resurrecti[o]n, let me strike hand<s> with my , & cry, my father, & he will say my son, my Son,— as soon as the rock rends. & before we come out of our graves.