Camp Tompkins, Near Gauley Bridge, October 17, 1861.
Dearest: — I
am practicing law again. My office is pleasantly located in a romantic valley
on the premises of Colonel Tompkins of the Rebel army. His mansion is an
elegant modern house, and by some strange good luck it has been occupied by his
family and escaped uninjured while hundreds of humbler homes have been ruined.
Mrs. Tompkins has kept on the good side of our leaders, and has thus far kept
the property safe.
The Twenty-third is seven miles or so up the valley of New
River. I was there last evening. Dr. Joe has been sick a couple of days but is
getting well. Very few escape sickness, but with any sort of care it is not
dangerous. Not more than one case in a hundred has thus far proved fatal.
Colonel Matthews has gone home for a few days. You will see
him, I hope. If he succeeds in one of the objects of his trip, I shall probably
visit you for a few days within six weeks or so.
Our campaign here is ended, I think without doubt. We hear
stories which are repeated in your papers which look a little as if there might
be an attempt to cut off our communications down the Kanawha, but I suspect
there is very small foundation for them. We are strongly posted. No force would
dare attack us. To cut off supplies is the most that will be thought of, and
any attempts to do that must meet with little success, if I am rightly informed
about things.
We have had the finest of fall weather for several (it seems
many) days. The glorious mountains all around us are of every hue, changing to
a deeper red and brown as the frosts cut the foliage. I talk so much of the
scenery, you will suspect me to be daft. In fact I never have enjoyed nature so
much. Being in the open air a great part of each day and surrounded by
magnificent scenery, I do get heady I suspect on the subject. I have told you
many a time that we were camped in the prettiest place you ever saw. I must
here repeat it. The scenery on New River and around the junction of Gauley and
New River where they form the Kanawha, is finer than any mere mountain and
river views we saw last summer. The music and sights belonging to the camps of
ten thousand men add to the effect.
Our band has improved and the choir in McIlrath's Company
would draw [an] audience anywhere. The companies, many of them, sound their
calls with the bugle, which with the echoes heightens the general charm.
I wish you and the boys were over in the Tompkins house. How
you would be happy and wouldn't I? I do hope you will keep well, all of you.
Kiss the little fellows all around and the big boy Birch too. Tell Webby the
horse Webb is in excellent plight. I suppose "Birch" (the horse) has
got home. Love to Grandma and all.
Affectionately,
R. B. Hayes.
Mrs. Hayes.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and
Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 116-8
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