Headquarters Twelfth Army Corps,
April 5, 1863.
Again everything has the appearance of winter. Last night a
furious storm of wind, snow and hail set in, and continued till near noon
to-day. It will melt very fast, of course, but the roads, which before were
nearly dry, will go back to their former state of mud. I got caught in the
storm last night; I had been over to the cavalry with Tom Robeson; when we came
back, the wind, hail and dust were directly in our faces and were perfectly
blinding; the wind blew such a gale that the horses could hardly breast up
against it.
I wouldn't have believed, two months ago, that popular
feeling would be so unanimously for war. They have at last waked up to the fact
that we've got to fight these rebels till we crush them, let it take one year
or ten, and that there is no peace now but in dishonor and eternal disgrace.
Who would have thought when the war broke out, that such sentiments could have
been publicly uttered in Baltimore and Washington, as have been spoken at the
late Union meeting there!
SOURCE: Charles Fessenden Morse, Letters Written
During the Civil War, 1861-1865, p. 123
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