CAMP NEAR SHARPSBURG,
MD., September 23, 1862.
We have been very quiet the last few days, with now and then
a stampede of the enemy, crossing at this place and that. I have no idea myself
that he will attempt any more invasions of Maryland, the last having proved the
most lamentable failure, both politically and in a military sense. Our army is
stretched along the banks of the Potomac from Harper's Ferry to Williamsport. My
corps was under orders yesterday to march to Harper's Ferry, but the order
was countermanded before the time for moving came. I saw your brother Willie
yesterday; he is quite well, but greatly disgusted in not having been in any of
the recent battles. Although the papers are silent on the subject of the
Pennsylvania Reserves, yet I can assure you in the army they are now
acknowledged as the best division for fighting in the whole army, and are
praised everywhere.
James Biddle arrived the day after the last battle and
joined Ricketts' staff. Young Kingsbury, whom you may remember seeing at Mrs.
Turnbull's, was killed. One of my aides, Lieutenant Riddle, of Pittsburg, was
shot in the hand. Old Baldy is doing well and is good for lots of fights yet.
SOURCE: George Meade, The
Life and Letters of George Gordon Meade, Vol. 1, p. 313-4
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