Camp Walker, Virginia
I am well as usual at present. No news of importance to write. Regret very much not seeing you when you were out. We had a dreadful time on picket last time. Left camp in the rain – picketed in the rain and came back in the rain – it was a four days rainy trip.
I did a thing some two weeks since which perhaps may cause you some trouble and may be some expense. One rainy morning I went to the Wagon Yard and found Reuben fixing to have wood without a sign of anything to protect him from the weather. I then went to the quartermaster and told him to give me one his best overcoats and charge it to me; also telling him for whom it was intended. He then asked me to take six overcoats and bear the responsibility. I told him that was rather beyond the limits of my purse, but I supposed the owners of the negroes surely would not refuse to pay for coats from them. I then called all up (except Wiley) that you hired (Yours, Grandma’s and Harpers) and picked out good coats and gave them thinking that I was doing perfectly right. But I have since learned that Harper had already refused to give his negroes coats- whether it is true or not, I don’t know. You must see him, and if he won’t pay for them, I will. Rather than you should have it to do.
There is a very worthy young man here, by name Neughson, who wishes you to get him and myself into some public business by the 17th of April – I wish you would try to get me in particularly, as I never wish to come in another Infantry Company. Our Regiment, on account of its Long-Range-Guns has had more hardship to undergo than any other Regiment in Service. It has been so long since I received a letter from home that it would actually be a curiosity as well as a wonder for me to see one headed Cloverdale. But, nothing possible could please me more. Some 13 or 14 weeks ago I read a letter from home. Don’t know anything that turns up there at all. Was utterly surprised the other day to receive a message from Pattie at Dr. Earey’s, desiring me to write her – Had no idea but that she yet at home. Pleas write to me soon – Let me know the condition of Luther’s throat – I’m somewhat uneasy about him, from what the boys said when I returned from picket-duty. My love to ma and all – Your aff. Son – Emory