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Augusta: William Brand to Kate Armentrout, November 15, 1861

Summary:
William writes to Kate about illnesses and deaths among their friends and families. He also described his trip from Fairfax to Winchester, which culminated in a nearly-violent disagreement between his commanding officers.


November 15th 1861

Camped Near Winchester Virginia

Dearest Kate,

I received your letter a few days since. and it was with pleasure to me to open it & peruse over its contents. It was with sorrow that I read of the death of Miss Kate Hall & Miss Sarah McCadden but our loss is their eternal gain. Miss Kate was my most intimate friend while I lived in Greenville. I saw a piece in the Newspaper Composed about Miss Kate I Judged that Mr. Monroe was its author, it was a very good piece. Your Brother John has been sick for three or four days & has gone to the hospital in Winchester. I hope he may soon recover his former health. I think he is taking the fever. Your Cousin Abe has been complaining for some time past, but looks hearty at present. Brother John has returned from the hospital, he was sent to Richmond, I was very glad to see him as I couldn't hear from him he had the Typhoid fever & looks quite thin yet he has not reported for duty yet. I got a pass to go to Winchester the other day every thing is very [deleted: ] The town

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is not crowded like it was in the spring.

I will try & give you a short account of our march to the Valley. Our Company was on picket that morning had very little or nothing to eat; we received orders about ten o'clock A.M. to pack up & march to camp a distance of two miles when we got there every thing was packed up & ready to march. We had to carry our blankets & overcoats. The regiment was formed at half past twelve & took up the line of march at one o'clock. We got to Manassas about five o'clock & rested there a while, then marched to the Junction & loaded our baggage on the cars. We didn't get started before nine we were packed in the cars like cattle we had no seats but the baggage, and those on top of the cars were exposed to the cold & Sam one of Captain Roberts men fell off the cars & was bruised so that he died next morning it was said that he was drunk & walked off the top of the cars, we got to Strasburg about daylight unloaded our baggage cooked of our breakfasts & started for Winchester it rained hard all day. I do believe that one fourth of the regiment were drunk we had gotten in about three quarters of a mile of Winchester when we received orders to turn round & go a mile & camp [illeg.] & officers refused to obey

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the order, the Colonel swore he would be obeyed & drew his sword & ordered his Brother to forward his Company, but he would not move so the Colonel ordered him under arrest & told Sims to take the Command of the Company & the Lieutenant refused to obey the order. Captain Harman then went out and talked to the Colonel he had understood that we had to go back to Newtown a distance of five miles. As soon as he learned better he ordered his company to move off, & the regiment followed. I was smartly excited at the time of the fracas the Colonel struck one of Harmens men, with his sword a great many of the men were getting out cartridges others fixing their bayonets. I expected nothing but a big row as the Colonel is not loved by any of his men. I know you are tired of this uninteresting letter. My health has been very good till late. I have had the head ache with chills & fevers. I hope though it may soon wear off. I hope these few lines may find you enjoying health & happiness. Excuse me for not writing sooner & I will try and do better next time. You said you wanted to know if I needed any socks I have three or four good pair but would receive a pair from your hand with the greatest pleasure. I wrote to your Pa about [unclear: a pair] of pants.

Give my respects to all inquiring friends. Nothing more at present.

Write soon to your true & humble friend,

W.F.B.

P.S. So goodbye. My mess are calling me to supper & you may know the night is coming on.



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