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| + | <p>Camp near Chafin's Bluff<br />Aug. 2d 1862</p> | ||
| + | <p>My dear wife,</p> | ||
| + | <p>I have thought about you [more?] than u<br />sual this morning, and felt very much inclined to <br />write to you, but am so lazy & listless I can hardly <br />write. I failed to get any letters last evening which <br />make me more anxious for the to-days mail to <br />come. The longer I stay in the army, the more <br />distasteful & irksome does it become to me. We <br />get up early & have roll call about 4 O.C. – then <br />breakfast as soon as it can be gotten – commence <br />drill at 7 O.C. & drill till 9 O.C. – then liter-<br />ally ['literally' underscored] nothing to do till [Five?] O.C. when we drill a-<br />gain till dusk. How long, and weary, & lonely <br />it does seem from 9 till 5 O.C. We cant leave <br />camp to go any distance without a special permit <br />from our Capt. & Col. – We cant read – cant write, <br />cant do anything but sit [?] & listless whereever <br />we can find a little piece of shade, & then crowded <br />with soldiers of every description, dirty, profane, <br />- or we sit & rub on the everlasting old [...ns?]-<br />kit, which in itself often a great relief. I <br />feel sometimes as a human with night mares,</p> | ||
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| + | <p>or buried alive, as if I must make a mighty, <br />super human effort to break lose, or smother. <br />(Sunday Morning Aug. 4th 62) I stopped here yesterday <br />a few moments to get a daily paper – while <br />waiting for it, the mail came with a letter from <br />you & one from Millie in the same envelope, <br />and one from Mr. Hines, informing me that <br />he had sent $5 to R. F. Lester & requested him to <br />send me its worth in tracts to be distributed a- <br />mong al the soldiers. I hav'n't received the tracts <br />yet, but hope very much they will come, & will <br />write to Mr. Hines soon thanking him for them, <br />and also to Mr. Lester to give directions for <br />sending them. There is a Mr. Bagley, bro of our Capt. employed by <br />the tracts [?] to visit the camps & distribute <br />tracts to the soldiers. He makes our camp his <br />head-quarters. I told him about Hr. H's tracts & he <br />seemed delighted – said he would aid me in <br />getting them & also in distributing them. As you <br />will see from the first of my letters [?] & Mil-<br />dred's letters found me in a very gloomy vein. <br />They cheer me very much – I am ashamed <br />to send the first part of any letter, you all</p> | ||
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Camp near Chafin's Bluff
Aug. 2d 1862
My dear wife,
I have thought about you [more?] than u
sual this morning, and felt very much inclined to
write to you, but am so lazy & listless I can hardly
write. I failed to get any letters last evening which
make me more anxious for the to-days mail to
come. The longer I stay in the army, the more
distasteful & irksome does it become to me. We
get up early & have roll call about 4 O.C. – then
breakfast as soon as it can be gotten – commence
drill at 7 O.C. & drill till 9 O.C. – then liter-
ally ['literally' underscored] nothing to do till [Five?] O.C. when we drill a-
gain till dusk. How long, and weary, & lonely
it does seem from 9 till 5 O.C. We cant leave
camp to go any distance without a special permit
from our Capt. & Col. – We cant read – cant write,
cant do anything but sit [?] & listless whereever
we can find a little piece of shade, & then crowded
with soldiers of every description, dirty, profane,
- or we sit & rub on the everlasting old [...ns?]-
kit, which in itself often a great relief. I
feel sometimes as a human with night mares,
[2]
or buried alive, as if I must make a mighty,
super human effort to break lose, or smother.
(Sunday Morning Aug. 4th 62) I stopped here yesterday
a few moments to get a daily paper – while
waiting for it, the mail came with a letter from
you & one from Millie in the same envelope,
and one from Mr. Hines, informing me that
he had sent $5 to R. F. Lester & requested him to
send me its worth in tracts to be distributed a-
mong al the soldiers. I hav'n't received the tracts
yet, but hope very much they will come, & will
write to Mr. Hines soon thanking him for them,
and also to Mr. Lester to give directions for
sending them. There is a Mr. Bagley, bro of our Capt. employed by
the tracts [?] to visit the camps & distribute
tracts to the soldiers. He makes our camp his
head-quarters. I told him about Hr. H's tracts & he
seemed delighted – said he would aid me in
getting them & also in distributing them. As you
will see from the first of my letters [?] & Mil-
dred's letters found me in a very gloomy vein.
They cheer me very much – I am ashamed
to send the first part of any letter, you all
[3]
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