cantonment Hicks, near Frederick, January 7, 1862.
It is this Tuesday evening my stove is humming in my new
house. Talk of luxury! — what is comparable to a log-house, with windows and
doors, with shelves and tables, and a large, grand porch for an entrance, and
in the Colonel's half of the house an open, old-fashioned, generous, glowing
fireplace! You should see the architectural proportions of our new home. You
would hardly believe it a week's work of our wood-choppers and masons and
carpenters. Yet so it is. I shall hope to send you home a photograph of it. We
were within a narrow chance of leaving it the other day, but now we have
subsided again into tranquil housekeeping and camp life. I have Colonel Andrews
living with me, and, indeed, took the house rather with reference to him than
myself. I wanted a roof to put him under on his first taste of exposure. My man
John, who is quite a character, takes great delight in the house. He thinks my
half better than the Colonel's, though his is somewhat larger. “It is more comformblor
nor the Colonel's, sir, and not so desolate like,” is his description of my
cosiness. The Third Brigade went off on that alarm toward Hancock; and, as I
surmised, the errand proved fruitless. We are, however, gathering hope of
progress in the army. This condition of faith in things not seen, and hope
without substance, is not inspiriting. The undertone of rumor in Washington was
very strong in the direction of activity. I am coming to regard an early
advance of our army as a political and moral necessity, whether it is
physically possible or not. The achievement of the impossible is the duty and
privilege of greatness; and now is certainly McClellan's opportunity.
Mrs. Ticknor did me the honor to send me a pair of
stockings. I wrote yesterday to acknowledge their receipt. The weather, which
has been bitter cold, is now moderating, and the tents do not shiver as
they did.
SOURCE: Elizabeth Amelia Dwight, Editor, Life and
Letters of Wilder Dwight: Lieut.-Col. Second Mass. Inf. Vols., p. 185-6
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