22 August 1862

Camp near Yorktown
August 22nd 1862

Dear Sister Myra,

Your last came to hand today and I was glad to hear that you were all well and hope these few lines may find you the same. I am as well as usual and since my last have been knocked around Rebeldom more than I wish to be again right away. Right away last Friday night we were in line and marched a little ways and stopped in the road about one hour and went back to camp and waited until morning expecting every minute to be called out to move. In the morning at two o’clock we started and went 15 or 16 miles. Sunday we started before sunrise and crossed the Chickahominy marching near 30 miles. The third day we made 15 or 20 miles and the 5th 12 [miles] & now we are not settled yet and do not know when or where we shall from here.

When we marched through Yorktown we saw the old fortifications built by Cornwallis and Washington but they have been changed some and strengthened some and enlarged since then. For this base use, why not leave them as monuments of their liberty instead of their treason? We could not see much of the place as it is enclosed on all sides by earthworks and water and has a ancient look. We got along very well on the march. It was not very warm—not [as] warm as it had been—but it was awful dusty which made it very disagreeable.

Green corn, peaches and fruit in general was made to suffer and yesterday the way everything come into camp in the way of meats and vegetables showed that the soldiers were for the Union and had no sympathy with the Rebels. But last night there was an order issued to prevent any more of the like but there was no need of it for everything was taken that they wanted. But take it all around, we have lived on the fat of the land through this march.

Gust [Augustus Gregg] arrived here last night. He was scratched up some and said that he  jumped off from the cars in his sleep. I think that he tried to get away. Did he come back of his will? Dave is just mean enough to be in luck and it wants a man that can lie to get recruits and there is no truth in them. The number of miles is rather steep but it will do to show to Willie the number is a little more than 60. Write soon. — A. H. B.

[in a different hand — probably Albert’s sister Myra]

I will send Albert’s last letter to you. I don’t know as you can read it all but I guess you can the most of it. Dave Handeriarr [?], Clara Canfield’s husband, is at home again after recruits. He came home last Spring and got Allen Howoer [?] to go back with him and some other.

There was three deaths in the place while I was gone. Ruth Arnold and Mrs. Yeamon’s in Manchester and Clara Canfield’s little boy.  Enos Booth’s wife has been quite sick with the summer complaint and wants to get a girl to work for her.

When I wrote to you before I told you Mr. Gregg and his wife had parted again but she has got back again. We had the little boy here three weeks. But I won’t write anymore for this is very poor paper. Now do write as soon as you get this.