Camp White, August 15 (Saturday afternoon), 1863.
Dearest: — Hottest day
yet. All busy trying to keep cool. A dead failure all such attempts. A year ago
today we set out for Maryland and east Virginia. A swift year.
You don't write
often these days. You don't love me so much as you did. Is that it? Not much!
You are as loving as ever, I know, only it is a bore to write. I know that. So
it's all right and I am as fond of you as I was when you were only my
sweetheart. Yes, more too. Well, write when you can comfortably.
I am going to
inspect the Thirteenth at Coal's Mouth tomorrow; take the band along for the
fun of it.
I ride about, read
novels, newspapers, and military books, and sleep a power. We shall go up to
Lewisburg, I guess, in two or three weeks to see after the Rebels in that
quarter. All quiet in our borders now. . . . Love to all.
Yours, with great warmth,
R.
Mrs. Hayes.
SOURCE: Charles
Richard Williams, editor, Diary and Letters of Rutherford Birchard
Hayes, Volume 2, p. 428
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