places, shoulder and leg. Gus, Freddy and Jimmie on the 22d, where we gained such a victory. We had driven the enemy from his first works, and were firing from them ourselves, when Gus came running by me, calling me to come on, saying "there they go." I called him to me, and made him stay, as he was rushing heedlessly on to death. My attention was called away for a moment, when one of the boys called me, and there lay Gus weltering in his own blood, shot through the head, the ball entering the right eye, coming out in front of the ear, and tearing away half of it. Oh! you cannot imagine my feelings to see my old messmate the second time thus struck down by the enemy. I never left him until I got him started back to the division hospital, which I was a long time in doing, as I could get no litter to carry him from the field to the brigade hospital. I got some of the boys to help me, and with two or three blankets I got him off. Almost his first words were, "Wesley, write to mother Smith and Mrs. Neal." Jimmie Thirl assisted me in getting him off the field, and then went back to the command, and in a short time came back slightly wounded. I was going for some water, when some one called me; I looked, and saw little Freddy sitting up, leaning against a tree, and oh! what a different person from what he formerly was. I did all I could for all the boys, and then went back to the command. I went over the portion of the field we had fought over, and I am glad to know that Gus and Freddy are revenged. I have not heard from the boys to-day. Yesterday evening Midlebrook told me Freddy was dying; Gus had been sent off. I have strong hopes that Gus will recover. Freddy I did not think from the first would get over it; the ball entered just below the nipple of the right breast, coming out below the ribs on the same side. I believe he is resigned to the will of God, and if he should die, I earnestly hope he may go to a better land. I conversed with him sometime after

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he was wounded, but he had taken so much opium he was almost asleep. Oh, have I not cause to be thankful to God for thus sparing me, while there were many, perhaps better than I, called "to that bourne from whence no traveller returns?"

Grandma, I must bring my letter to a close. I wish I had time, I would write all the evening. I am going to hunt for Jimmie, and give him the tobacco pouch. I have some trophies of the battle I want to send down by uncle Jim, if I can see him. You see what fine paper and envelopes I have, besides a fine gold pen and pencil, with a pocket inkstand. I will write again as soon as I find where you are. There is no mail to the army now, therefore it will be sometime before you get this. I wrote to Mrs. Neal, and told her to let you know the contents of her letter, provided you were in Covington. No more. May God bless and ultimately save us in Heaven, is the prayer Your affectionate friend,

of

JOHNNY.

In Line of Battle, near Marietta, June 7, 1864.

MRS. SMITH:

Your kind and welcome letter has just reached me, and found me enjoying the best of health. We are all safe yet. I think, dear grandma, that I feel a great deal better since I have been instructed by you. I hope and trust that my heart is right in the sight of God. I know that I am a great sinner yet, but I hope, through God's mercy, to reach Heaven in safety. I do not neglect to say my prayers, and supplicate before the mercy seat of God every night. I feel a great deal better when I arise from my knees after saying my prayers. I am glad to hear that little Bob arrived down there; but am very sorry that

he is so low. I am afraid he will be cut off in his sins before he will have time to repent; he said he was going to be a better boy and read his Testament. I told Bob to go down and place himself under your care, and give heed to your advice, and then he surely would be a better boy. I do hope the poor little fellow will get well. I informed Johnnie and Freddy that you would be glad to write to them on the first opportunity. I was completely surprised when I heard of little Bob being so low. Some reports come here that he was walking around in Covington as lively as ever, doing well. The doctors here said that he would get over it, as they did not seem to think it was a very dangerous wound. Have any of his family been to see him, and what did they say about him? I suppose they were very angry with me, but I could not help it. I am sure if I had it to do over again, I would never let him join my company. I thought that every one capable of bearing arms should be in the army. Well, I am sorry that it occurred. Our company is now on picket duty; the skirmishers are "banging" away at each other without doing any material harm. The boys were glad to hear that Lieutenant McCullong is able to be around on crutches; hope it will not be long before he is entirely well. I wish you would ascertain who those boys are at the Lumpkin Hospital, and I will inform their officers where they are.

Johnnie and myself were called on this morning by General Vaughan to go out as far as we could. We left without our breakfast, we were so eager to get a sight of the blue coats. We went about three-quarters of a mile, till we came to a large open field, and behold yon sight on the skirt of the woods! We came across a large wagon train, and a large encampment of tents, belonging to the, Yankees. Johnnie climbed a large tree and surveyed them, while I stood guard at the foot of it. When he came down,

we wandered about in the woods a little while looking at the Yankee skirmishers, when we concluded to go back and report to the General. We then went back to the breastworks, and I was just beginning to eat my breakfast, when our company was ordered on picket.

The people are abandoning their houses between the lines as the Yankees approach. They will not come much further before a terrible retribution will overtake them, and they will be sorry for the misery they have caused our people. I would write more, but as paper is a very scarce article, and hard to get, I will endeavor to do the best I can. Johnnie, Freddy and Jimmie all join me in sending you our kind regards and well wishes. As I have not received any money for some time, I will have to frank this letter; I do not like to do it, but situated as we now are, I am compelled to. While I am writing I can hear the Yankees discoursing pleasant and beautiful music. If you see Gus Flotron, tell him to answer my letter, as I answered his immediately. Remember me to all the ladies of Covington. Hoping you will answer immediately on receipt, I remain, as ever,

Your true and devoted friend,

WILLIAM FAIRMAN.

Franklin, Tenn., May 2.

MRS. SMITH:

I received the sad news of the death of my son, Willie T. Bailey, company D, First Tennessee Regiment, who died at Hill Hospital, 28th of February. Will you be so kind as to have his grave marked, and keep the lock of hair for me till I send for his remains? Please to write me the disease he died with, and everything in regard to his death. Please to have his grave marked, and you will be remem

bered by an unhappy mother. It may be years before I can send. Have something substantial, so there will be no mistake, and you will be remembered. My kindest regards to the chaplain. Yours truly,

LOUISA A. CRUMP.

ESTEEMED FRIEND:

Greensboro, Georgia, May 29, 1864.

Allow me to give you my thanks for your kind treatment to me while in Hill Hospital. I suppose you have often thought of me since I left your kind care. I never can forget your kind treatment. You may have forgotten. the poor boy who had his left knee shattered to pieces, and who was under your kind care so long, but he will ever remember Mrs. Smith. We had a hard time going to Atlanta; we did not get anything to eat after we left you until we reached there, and we were nearly two days on the way. I suppose you have heard of poor Vick's death. I did not see him after we got to Atlanta, as I was put in one ward and he in another. I heard from him every day or two. He died about Christmas. I was furloughed on the 13th of January, and came here to my uncle's. I could not walk for several weeks after I came down here. I went up to Atlanta, and then down to Talbot. About six weeks ago, while on the cars, I heard from you. I came back a short time since, and I heard from you again in the same way. Nothing would afford me more pleasure than to read a letter from you. I will be glad to hear from you at any time that it would suit your convenience. If Peter Lolis is still with you, give him my best respects. Tell him I hear from the boys occasionally, but I will never be able to join them. I am crippled for life; but I will not murmur, for it is God's holy will.