You will see by this
letter that we have gotten back into “Old Virginia" again. It seems that
our invasion of the North did not prove successful. We fought a dreadful battle
at Gettysburg, Pa. It was the greatest battle of the war. We drove the Yankees
three miles from the battlefield to a long range of high hills, from which it
was impossible to dislodge them. General Lee had to fall back to keep them from
getting the advantage. My brother was not hurt in the battle. Milton Bossard,
Captain Cromer, Buford Wallace, Mr. Daniel's two sons and many others from
Newberry were killed; but it is better for us all to be killed than conquered.
We have had some
very disagreeable marching, as it has rained so much, but I have gotten hold of
an old horse, which helps me along very much.
We have plenty of
beef and bread to eat. We gathered up thousands of beeves in
Pennsylvania-enough to feed our army until cold weather. This is a great
consideration.
My servant got lost
in Maryland. I do not think it was his intention to leave, but he was negligent
about keeping up and got in rear of the army and found it too late to cross the
river.
One of your letters
came to me in Pennsylvania, and three since we left there.
We hear that
Vicksburg has fallen. That is unfortunate, but I do not feel at all
discouraged. Countries have been overrun, and then not conquered.
When we get settled
down in camp again I will try to write you a longer and better arranged letter.
We don't know what minute we may move, and under such circumstances I never can
write with any satisfaction. I have George's picture yet. It is a wonder I did
not lose it.
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