Weston, Virginia, August 4, 1861.
Dear Mother: —
I write often now, as we soon pass out of reach of mails. We hear the news by
telegraph here now from all the home towns, but mails are uncertain and
irregular. We are very healthy, but the weather is hotter than any I have known
in a great while. Our wounded lieutenant, Jewett, is doing well. His father is
here nursing him. The fine large hospital for all this region of country,
having one hundred patients belonging to different regiments, is in charge of
Dr. Joe. It is the courthouse. The people here do not find us much of a nuisance.
Of course, in some respects we are so, but all things considered, the best of
the people like to see us. I mean to go to church this pleasant Sunday. My only
clerical acquaintance here is an intelligent Catholic priest who called to see
Colonel Scammon. I have been cross-examining a couple of prisoners — one a
Methodist preacher — both fair sort of men, and I hope not guilty of any
improper acts. Good-bye.
Affectionately,
R. B. Hayes.
Mrs. Sophia Hayes.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and
Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 55
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