Camp near Newbern, North Carolina
January 14th 1863
Dear sister Myra,
I will improve this opportunity to let you know where I am and how I get along. The weather is very warm and pleasant here. I can hardly think that you are shivering over the fire and watching the snow as it whirls and flies around the door threatening to take the place by storm and howls in baffled rage, but so it is. And we are still howling around the Southern Confederacy promising utter destruction which promise, I hope, will soon be fulfilled.
There is another expedition about to start from here the strength and destination of which are unknown. And our brigade and division are to accompany it. Yesterday the order came to be ready to march at 12 hours notice, to take the cars here for Beaufort, transport [from] there, and by the time you get this we may be far from here. But you can write the same as if we were at Washington and it will follow the regiment wherever it goes.
Our company is in good health now—better than it ever was before. The boys we left at Suffolk have all come through and all are well. I am still on the gain. When we left Suffolk my weight was 147½ and now it is 155. Tell Willie if he is not too heavy, I will try and be as large as he is. This weather agrees well with me. There is not much in the way of news here. There has been some promotions in this department. General [Henry Walton] Wessells is now Division General and Colonel [Lewis Cass] Hunt of the 92nd [New York Regiment] is in command of the Brigade, so we now are the First Brigade in the Division, and First Division in the 18th Army Corps commanded by General Foster. So you see we are in quite an honorable position and I hope we may be able to keep it.
You wrote in your last that some of the soldiers had froze to death and hoped we would have enough to keep us warm. We have plenty of good clothing now furnished by the government. We have all the blankets we can carry. As for my going on picket, I have not done any guard duty in 5 months. I have to go only when the colors go, so my duty in camp is light. I will send you a piece of the flag which is getting quite ragged.
But as I do not feel much like writing and the wind keeps my paper flying so I will close for the present. Remember me to all enquiring friends and write soon from your soldier brother, — A. H. Bancroft
Excuse mistakes and blots for I have had the luck of upsetting my ink.