Camp On Flat Top Mountain, June 15, 1862.
Dear Mother: —
It is a beautiful Sunday morning. We are on the summit of a range of mountains,
perhaps one-third to half a mile high, giving us extensive views of mountains
and valleys for thirty or forty miles south, east, and west of us. The nights
are cool, often cold, and the brisk breezes make even the hottest part of the
day agreeable. We are exceedingly healthy and with just enough to do to keep
blood circulating, and occasionally a little flowing.
I hear from home very often, letters usually reaching me
about seven days after they are written. I am rather glad that Lucy will remain
in Cincinnati this summer. By next summer the war will, perhaps, be ended and
we can all spend it in Fremont together. The boys seem to be doing well in the
city and can afford to wait.
I hope Uncle's health is again as good as usual. It will not
surprise me if he goes up to seventy as you have [done]. It doesn't seem such a
great age as it once did. You are no older, or but little older, as I think of
you, than you were many years ago. — My love to Laura and all.
Affectionately, your
son,
R. B. Hayes,
Mrs. Sophia Hayes.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and
Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 290
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