Cedar Creek, Oct. 12, 1864.
It's raining again this afternoon, and I am interrupted in
the midst of my airing and drying operations. I have a drill going on, however,
about 100 yards in front of our tents, — the first drill since we left Vienna,
I believe! — and I stop every now and then to look out and see the recruits.
You wouldn't enjoy it much, for it's dismounted only. I like to have you write
a little sometimes about the war and about politics, — they're the best views I
get now, or ever get indeed, — and you need only make the letters a little
longer, you know. A’n’t I exorbitant? I always was, — I believe the first
word I learned to say was “more.” It was with reference to crackers, I think
after eating several dozen.
SOURCE: Edward Waldo Emerson, Life and Letters of
Charles Russell Lowell, p. 358
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