Albert directed this letter to his sisters who were residing in Shortsville, Ontario county, New York.
Plymouth, North Carolina
June 6, 1863
Your several letters arrived in due time and found me as well as usual. We have been having very warm and dry weather here lately and everything is drying up for the want of rain. This morning it rained just enough to lay the dust and cleared off as warm as ever.
There is not much to do here — the same thing over and over again. Night before last I was on picket but seen nothing ugly and heard nothing but owls and mosquitoes and they were busy as bees. There is no danger of a man’s going to sleep on post now, I tell you. But it is a free country and they are bound to do as they please.
You must have a had a gay time when they celebrated the taking of Richmond and I hope it will be true soon. We do not get much news here and it is all guess work. There has not been half a dozen papers in the place but I have just finished a letter to Willie and put yours in so he will hear from the whole family at once. But the boys have just come from town with some meal and it falls on me to cook some.
Sunday, June the 7th
Last night we had a dashing shower and all looks fresh and now this morning we have had inspection as usual and at sundown we have dress parade. Sunday here is the busiest day we have. We have nice quarters here and the ovens are just finished and we get fresh bread now and it goes much better than hard tack.
Today the steamer Messasoit arrived from New Bern and brought some mail and papers and they seem to think that Hooker is getting ready to try titles with the enemy again but it is all guess work.
The fruit is more advanced here than in York State. Strawberries are ripe and gone. Peaches are half grown. Apples as large as walnuts. And the roses are nearly gone and we have the nicest roses here I ever saw. The birds have nearly all gone North but we have the mocking bird yet and he is a capital fellow too — not cat bird. He is the extract of all kinds and he represents them all.
But I must write to vet today and so I will close. You must stick to your studies and aim for the top round. You must remember that there is not much here to write about and excuse this short letter. Hoping soon to hear from you again, I remain your loving brother, — A. H. Bancroft