I write you a few
lines by an Irishman who has just gotten a discharge from our regiment. I
merely write to take the chance of letting you know that I am well and well
satisfied. I am afraid that the Irishman will get drunk and lose this, so I
have no heart to write you as fully as I would wish, besides I have only a few
moments to write in.
We are five miles
from the rest of the brigade on picket duty at Raccoon Ford. All of our company
are doing well except Allen Killingsworth, who is sick at a private house about
five miles off. He is getting better. I have written you a great many letters,
and trust that this may reach you safely. Your daguerreotype is a great
consolation to me; I look at it every day and remember the 49th Chapter and
11th verse of Jeremiah and feel satisfied, although a letter from home would be
a great pleasure to me. I have nothing with me but the clothes on my back and a
change of underclothing. I trust that our affairs may so result at Vicksburg as
to leave the way open for you to make a visit to Columbia. I have laid out the
plan for you in three or four letters. The principal features are for you not
to go more than $500.00 in debt, and to leave the servants at home; to get a
good escort to Jackson, and as much farther as you can, and then trust to
conductors and your own good sense the rest of the way. You need not make or
send anything to me as I am unable to march with it, and will have to throw it
away. Mother gave me a nice pair of pants; they were cut out and made for
$1.50. Lamar was taken prisoner and Gillespie Thornwell killed about three
weeks ago. Lamar has been exchanged and is now with his command. Kiss the
little darlings for me. I missed the pleasure of seeing Mac in Columbia; she
had gone to Charleston. Tell the servants howdy for me, and tell them I say,
obey you. Don't forget Stark's lessons.
SOURCE: John Camden
West, A Texan in Search of a Fight: Being the Diary and Letters of a
Private Soldier in Hood’s Texas Brigade, pp. 68-9
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