[65][two sheets of letter]
envelope: Mrs Cornelia E. Bond, McCordsville, Hancock Co. Ind.
Trixine Tenn.
june 17th .63
If you have an opportunity please send me a dollars worth of postage stamps.
They are hard to get here. Just enclose them in letter.
Dear Cornelia;
Your sweet and cheering - because cheerful - letter, of the 8th was received
on sunday. You know and well can judge how glad I was to hear of your health
still improving. Allow me to congratulate you on the pleasant visit you
had among our cousins and friends (for I must claim all as mine whom you
can accept as such to yourself. We were pained to learn that Charley's folks
had not been blessed with continued good health. I received your letter
mailed at Britton in due time as you have learned if mine have reached you.
I cannot remember what could have been it the letter you spoke of mother
reading, that should especially please either you or her. If you think it
"sweet" however I have no objection as our mutual happiness depends entirely
upon the [?] we feel in each other. I also, had a letter from mother B.
a few days since, and responded to it filling three such sheets as this.
Oh! just this moment some back mail reached us, and it contained an envelop
addressed to me. Said envelope contained a letter from Melissa together
with some of the sweetest little missives from the school children that
can be imagined. They were so flattering and confiding! Oh! I would always
have children to love and trust me as these would seem to do. Tell cousin
Jim that the "bachelor" is quite as well as could be expected under the
circumstances. Tell the cousins who wish for a copy of the miniature, that
it is not worthy of as great circulation and they will most likely hold
a better opinion of me, without having the likeness to look at, As to Will
writing to "you all" ([?]) he thinks he does well to write to his family
(and Jim Patterson.) Since our last scout he thinks goat meat almost equal
to frog. Capt. too complains that he has since been affected with goat on
the stomach, but thinks he will survive. Will says that he will write to
you but Sebe and I are writing often and of course you get most of the important
items. He of coarse lacks no love. But now to those unanswerable sweet things
contained in your letter.
I would submit to you throwing your arms about my neck and would listen
you know how attentively to the sweet things you would recite. And for every
item of it, you should have a fervent kiss, fresh-baked and warm from the
oven of my heart. Ah! I would enfold you in my arms with your head reposing
upon my breast whilst my heart should talk to you in its own polpilating
language, and tell to you a tale of love not told by few or tongue. You
should hear again from the very life seat of my being, how much, above all
other earthly things, yourself is prised, and trace in the quivering thrills
of joy, the thousand thoughts and yearnings of the soldiers heart. But you
know, and only you can know my love for a woman. Then why should I assert
it. I must take Tom out to graze. Poor fellow! he is almost used up; will
not stand much more as hard service as we have had lately. Good Bye Nellie!
Thursday morning 18th
It rained last evening making the air so cool and sweet. As we after retreat
seemed all to be seeking some social comrade with whom to spend the [?]
hour (when tattoo would sound) I could but notice that Capt. and Will were
apart from the others whilst Sebe and I were enjoying a social____ private
and confidential conversation in his and Will's. doghouse (as out small
tents are called.) Our principle topic of course was of "the loved ones
at home." It was a sweet talk and I trust we both enjoyed it. We are most
pleasantly situated here with clean streets in this magnificent forest.
Our tents are by far the most pleasant we have ever had, as only two go
together now. We have constructed couches to sleep on which are also just
high enough for seats. Wales made a temporary stand to write upon. it is
covered with a beautiful piece of red muslin and placed just under the edge
of our tent in front. Some of the boys accuse us of putting on too much
style but some of them like to write a letter here occasionally. I see one
sheet is full and but little told. I will be orderly after "guard mount"
and perhaps may receive your next letter when the mail arrives. Think I
had better not mail this till after that time anyhow. But "I must go and
water Tom" you know he was always claiming from you a portion of my time
and attention. I love you though, and will return to talk to you again soon.
Good bye for a while; tuould be sweet to see you. After noon; no letter
today and most discouraging news from all our armies. I have just spent
a hour in reading the news and reflecting upon the causes of disaster. This
day our own officers have nearly all been out to witness and bet on a horse
race. No field officer is in camp and Capt. E. is in command. The great
question still is, has this people virtue enough to insure its own perpetuity?
Time will tell. Meanwhile Let no one fear for the judgment of God is just,
and even tyrants cannot avert it. These scenes of blood like the perpetual
roar of hostile guns, must sooner or later give place to sweet, heavenly
peace and quietude. I am now as I have long been in momentary expection
of hearing that "communication is cut between here and Louisville"
That we are to pass a long and isolated campaign here not knowing whether
the loved ones at home are living in peace or struggling in the fierce tide
of war. Be this as it may we would have our friends trust us without regret
or fear to fate fortune and Providence. The war now seems active all around
and of course is spending its strength the faster. I could but think last
night as I sank into a sweet sound sleep (while listening to the picket
guns and expecting each moment to bring the sound "To arms") how strange
that one should so rest when a few hours hence he may be numbered with the
things that were but have passed away. And right here Dearest one, let me
say that no danger appears, that does not speak of you. I was indeed quite
fearful the other day when skirmishing with the enemy, and could but wish
to trade our position in the field for in the woods. Once I involuntarily
checked my horse a little when a minnie ball passed just a few inches in
advance of my head. I was quite glad my horses pace had been slackened for
otherwise___________________ Cornelia and the baby were what I thought of,
even as the hissing missile passed; but I did not tell my comrades. I only
said hastily that those were enemies and raising my carbine aimed and fired.
(But I fell back a little out of sight before loading.) The others followed
my example and we soon drove them from their covert. But it is commencing
to rain and I must go into the [?] tent soon. A soldier past now asked if
I were "writing to the Chicago Times?" What would he say were I to show
him some of the letter in my pocket? Day after tomorrow will be our day
for picket duty. I am happy to inform you that the horse racers have returned
badly beaten having lost all the money they staked on it. And now "Dear
one though far from thee," I am happy in the hope of a blissful reunion
with you and another dear object yet unseen. The time is sure to pass and
if ______ oh if we are so happy as to survive the shock of war and you that
[?] of keener suffering, and we meet again to love each other and cherish
the precious object of our hopes, why then _____ well we will talk about
the sweet things then. It is so difficult to write them. We have had plenty
to eat of late - hard bread and strong bacon with occasional rations of
fresh meat. But perhaps we could take supper at table with the folks at
home with some degree of relish. We are still able to cherish the memory
of mashed potatoes, peas, fruits, preserves &c. and although much out of
practice I think we could do a full share in disposing of them. But how
awkward and how odd it would seem to sit down to a table with sweet clean
women and children. I have not had such a treat since eating with you and
Tommy in the tent.
We are happy though; and with all the love my heart can hold I am yours
Ty. |