June 7th 1864
Dear Wife and family,
I this afternoon take my pen in answer to your letter dated June the first and mailed June 3rd which I received June 6th which gave me comfort to hear from home once more and to hear all was well. I also received a welcome letter from you dated May 29th which I was glad to receive. This is the fifth letter I have written to you since we have been here.
I am very sorry to hear that Salineville is stripped of everybody but Copperheads and rascals but I hope you may find some Union friends in the country that will be your friend in my absence who I will always remember. In my last letter I stated to you how much I owed to Wm. Simpson when I settled with him. I owed his five dollars and fifty cents and he hauled two loads more at one dollar and 25 cents per load [which] would make eight dollars.
I have a great deal I would like to write but I cannot at this time but I will briefly state to you that I am well. My health was never better. I hain’t been one minute sick since I left home. Last Sunday I visited Harewood Hospital and there I saw what I never saw before—sick and wounded by the thousand. John Rutters brother was there-, shot in the shoulder. I could see feet and legs, hands and arms laying all around and some groaning and dying. But I must stop this subject.
On Monday, I went on a visit to Washington City four miles from this fort and I would like to tell you a great deal that I saw there but my sheet will not let me as it is filling up and I have a great deal more to say to you. I will only say I visited the Capitol, the greatest building I ever saw in my life. I was in the Senate and Congress Halls and they was in session. But I must stop this.
When I came back to the fort, we was under marching orders, but where to I cannot say. Neither the colonel not the captain knows. Some of the officers say one place and some another. But one thing I can say, we are all packed up and waiting marching orders. It may be in five minutes and it may be for several days.
Now I want you to write often and let me hear from you. It may be that we may go where our letters will not come to Salineville but yours will come to us. Write to Washington City, D. C., 143th Regt. O. N. G. care of Capt. Cope to follow the regiment. Tell Milners that John Goddard is well. He is my most particular friend. Since I sat down to write this letter, he has fetched me in a tin of strawberries and a tin of cherries—a most beautiful ones. I only wish I could send them home.
I add no more but remain yours, — Henry Barcus
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