Birch River, Eighteen Miles North Of Summersville,
Sunday, September 15,
1861.
Dearest: — We
are as happy and care-for-nothing [a] set of fellows here today as you could
find anywhere. I have now for a while an independent command of four companies,
Twenty-third, Captain Moore, Captain Lovejoy, Woodward, and Drake, two
companies of the Thirtieth and a squadron of the Chicago Dragoons. We are now
about thirty miles from the battlefield, heading off (if there are any, which I
doubt), reinforcements for the enemy. The men are jolly, the anxieties of the
battle all forgotten. We seem to be in most prosperous circumstances. I shall
rejoin the main army in three or four days.
You have heard about the fight. It was a very noisy but not
dangerous affair. . . . Where I was a
few balls whistled forty or fifty feet over our heads. The next day, however,
with Captain Drake's company I got into a little skirmish with an outpost and
could see that the captain and myself were actually aimed at, the balls flying
near enough but hurting nobody. The battle scared and routed the enemy
prodigiously. . . .
I hardly think we will [shall] have another serious fight.
Possibly, Wise and Floyd and Lee may unite and stiffen up the Rebel back in
this quarter. If so we shall fight them. But if not encouraged by some success
near Washington, they are pretty well flattened out in this region. We shall be
busy with them for a few weeks, but as I remarked, unless we meet with some
serious disaster near Washington, they will not, I think, have heart enough to
make a stiff battle.
My “Webby,” tell the boys, pricked up his ears and pranced
when he heard the cannon and volleys of musketry. He is in excellent condition.
Dr. Joe and McCurdy were very busy with the sick and wounded
during and after the battle. Our troops who were taken from Colonel Tyler and
retaken by us say they were very well treated by the enemy. McCurdy is now with
me. Colonel Scammon couldn't spare Joe.
The last week has been the most stirring we have had during
the war. If in all quarters things go on as well as here we shall end the war
sometime. The captured letters show that Governor Floyd's army were getting
tired of the business.
Did I tell you General Benham gave me an awful bowie knife
and General Rosecrans a trunk out of the enemy's spoil? The last much needed.
Well, dearest, this is one of the bright days in this work.
I am prepared for all sorts of days. There will be dark ones of course, but I
suspect there is a gradual improvement which will continue with occasional
drawbacks until we are finally successful. Love and kisses for all. Good-bye,
darling.
Affectionately,
R. B. HAYES
P. S. — Captain McMullen who was wounded is well enough for
another battle. Since writing in comes a mail carrier out on this road and your
letter of the 5th and postage stamps is in his budget. So I put a stamp on it
and if I had another envelope would direct it again.
Tell Webb that my pretty horse is the original Camp Chase “Webby,”
the finest horse in the regiment. I tried one or two others, but Webb plucked
up and beats them all.
Glad, very, you are at home and happy. We are here happy,
too. This is all Cincinnati nearly — this army. Yes, Joe, is a great favorite
with the colonel and with all. The colonel leans upon [him] entirely. He is
really surgeon of the brigade and should Colonel Scammon be a brigadier, Dr.
Joe will become his brigade surgeon permanently. All glad to get letters. I
love you so much. Good-bye.
Affectionately,
R.
Mrs. Hayes.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and
Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 93-5
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