1 MY beloved son, I write unto you again that ye may know that I am yet alive; but I write somewhat of that which is grievous. 2 For behold, I have had a sore battle with the Lamanites, in which we did not conquer; and Archeantus has fallen by the sword, and also Luram and Emron; yea, and we have lost a great number of our choice men. 3 And now behold, my son, I fear lest the Lamanites shall destroy this people; for they do not repent, and Satan stirreth them up continually to anger one with another. 11 O my beloved son, how can a people like this, that are without civilization—