BUCKHANNON, VIRGINIA,
August 22, l86l.
Dearest: — It
is a cold, rainy, dismal night. We are all preparing for an early march. I have
made up a large bundle of duds — all good of course — which must be left here, to
be got possibly some day but not probably. All are cut down to regulation
baggage. Many trunks will stop here. A tailor sits on one end of my cot sewing
fixings. All is confusion. The men are singing jolly tunes. Our colonel takes
his half regiment, the left wing, and half of McCook's Germans, and we push off
for the supposed point of the enemy's approach. We shall stop and camp at
Beverly a while, and then move as circumstances require.
How are the dear boys? Will Scott writes me that he goes
into the Kentucky Union regiments.
Good-bye, darling. Joe wishes to write and wants my pen.
Affectionately,
R B. Hayes.
Mrs. Hayes.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and
Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 74
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