Wilson’s Landing, [James river, Virginia]
June 25, 1864
I once more seat myself for the purpose of sending you a few lines not in answer to your letter for this is the 2nd letter I have written to you since I received any from you. I have also written to Peter Adams. Alexander Stitt received a letter yesterday from his wife and he told me that his wife had seen you the evening before she wrote and that you was all well. That is all the word I have had since the twelfth of June.
I told you in my last that we had left the Point of Rocks and went down the James river some 30 miles to Wilson’s Landing where we are yet. Things has been very quiet here we came till last night the rebs commenced a fight with Sheridan some 4 miles from us and the word came in that the rebs was driving him so we started out to him but that was all false. He whipped them and took two hundred prisoners. The prisoners is just now a starting away from our landing for Washington so we lay all night in line of battle in the woods and came in to camp again about breakfast time this morning.
I must now tell you about the weather here. It is the hottest weather I ever saw in my life. The sun almost roasts it’s so hot and the nights is very cold. When we are cold out in the night, we have to put our blankets around us and then shiver with cold.
There is some things that I didn’t answer you in my last. One is you said if money would clear me, you could send me any amount. Money won’t clear me nor no one else but one hundred days will clear me and then I will be home. There is three companies of Coshocton boys in our regiment. There has three of them died here and there is another that the doctor says can’t live. His father offered the Colonel three thousand dollars to discharge him but no go. He must die here. The boys is all generally well. My health is good—never better. Tell Milner’s that John Goddard is well.
My sheet is fast filling up and I must close but not without sending my love to you all. Write soon and often and let me hear from you. I have lost my postage stamps and there is hardly any chance here to get any but I will write as often as I can. We have to work here every day. I hain’t worked but two days since I left home—that was Thursday and Friday. The work is making breast works and pontoon bridges. The reason why I hain’t worked, I stand picket.
No more but remain yours till death, — Henry Barcus
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