Letter from Chauncey
to his mother, Selissa

September 28, 1862
 

                                                                                  General Hospital

                                                                                    Craney Island, V. A

                                                                                    Sept 28th 1862

 

My Dear Mother,

            Today is very pleasant. & as we have no meeting to attend, I will write a letter to you.  A few days ago I received two papers from you, with some cloves & Campher gum in.  I am very thankful for them, guess I shall not need any more cloves for I have not used half of what I got before.  I see by the papers that some more of our S boys has enlisted.  Charley Crary is orderly Seargent.  I am glad to hear of that, but he has got the hardest part in the Co.  But as for a Corporals stripes, I had rather be in the ranks as a private.

            That peice that a Mother wrote was very touching.  But I have seen so much suffering & misry that I hardly notice it, take it as a matter of course.

            If a man dies in the tent unless he is from the same Regt, the rest of the men will hardly turn over to see him die.  Two men has died in this tent,  & with one half of the care that Lieut P. had they would have both have been well now.

            Since those two Ladies have visited us, we have fared much better.  Mrs. Stockes has taken some interest in me.  She has made arrangements to have me moved out of this tent, into the best one on the Island.  The nurse is a civilian so he must have more feeling than a Dr.  My disease is no better, only some days I feel better than others.  I do not know how long I can walk around but think I can stand it until we go further North.  Then  I shall try to get a furlough or, if I am no better I shall try to get discharged.  I do hate to leave my Co. but as I am now I am of no use anywhere.  I see by the Papers that one of my tent mates was killed in the late battle.  How I wish I could get a letter from the Regt.  Since I wrote to you one of our Co., Mr. Rich has died with this cursed wild axe handle.  And Henry S. Young from Gowanda, we do not expect he will live from one day to another.  He has the heart disease.

            You spoke about sending me a box of gooddies.  Please donít think of it any more.  For as my health is now I am much better off withought anything.

            But if you want to do something for me you may get some blue flannel, or red if you canít get the blue & make me a shirt.  Please put a pocket on the left side of it.  Then when I go to my Regt you can send it by mail.

            Good night.  Send one more paper here but donít send any stamps in it for we may leave here.  Give lots of love to all of Uncles folks.  Tell Bill that I have not seen his picture yet.  Why donít he write.  Has he got ary a hoss yet.  I have not heard from father in a long time.  I wish the war was done with.  Then I think I would try to pay for that places, & then work for Charley in the Furnace, or try & finish the joiner trade.  I would like to be a farmer but I lack the faculty.  But why am I thus talking when I am a soldier & donít know how soon I shall have to sling knapsack for a march into the other world.  Love to all, mother, from your son

            Chance