This letter was sent to me by Tom Gladwell, who was a Guide at Gettysburg for several years. 

Bud, last name unknown, was a Confederate Soldier in the 3rd South Carolina Infantry, Kershaws Brigade

My Dear Sister,
    I seat my self to drop you a few lines to let you know that I am well at this time. We have had a hard time of it for the last six weeks. We left Fredericksburg on the 2nd day of June, and marched at the rate of twenty miles a day until we got into Pennsylvania, and fought one of the Bloodiest Battles of the War. We passed through some of the Prettiest country I ever saw in my life, they have the finest land in the world, and some of the ugliest woman that I ever saw, they are mostly Dutch. They have the Finest houses you ever saw, all made of brick, and there is a house every half mile. Our Generals would not allow us to touch a thing, and the consequence was we had to live on one pound of flour to a man for four days. I had to eat wheat. I would take it and boil it in a cup, and salt it, and then eat it, and it was good, at least it was good to a hungry man. I received your letter of the 21 of June on the 10th of this month, and was glad learn that you were all well. I wish that I could have been at home during commencement, You must give my love to all the girls.
    Sis, I am Bare Footed, haven't got a shoe to my name. Sis you must excuse my short letter this time, for this is all the paper that I have got in this world. I have not seen Jim on the March, I heard from him since the fight, he was not hurt. Cousin Ben is well at this time. Willie Gunsels was left in the hands of the enemy, he was hit in the side with a grape shot, and it broke three of his ribs, but the shot did not go through the skin. Joel Anderson was wounded, but he was not left. We lost 80 men in our Regiment in all, Killed and wounded and missing. I did not get hit, but I thought they would hit me every time they shot. there was not one man in our company that was badly hurt, there was four of them got slightly wounded, but are with the company at this time.
    Sis you must excuse my short letter, but this is all I have to write on, this time. I will give you all the news next time I write, which will be in a few days. Nothing more at this time, give my love to the rest of the family.. Nothing More.
    I remain your affectionate

This is a set of 2 letters written home by brothers, sent to me by Frank Crawford.

I am sorry to inform you ....
Privates John (Co K) & James (Co B) Adkinson
95th Illinois 

Letter #1 

Natchez Missizsippi August the 20 / 63
Well dear brother i Set down to write a nuther letter to you to let you no that me and James is well and i hope thease few lines will fiend you the Same as it leaves me at present. well dear Brother you sed that you thought that i Sed you cud have that Steer for what I ode you. Well dear Brother i dont no i have for got wether i did or not but it is all rite and i think that you got a good price for im and dear Brother when i cum home you and me will make it all write. well Edward if you no how much i ow you i wish you wood write and let me no how much it is and i want you to no how how my colt is getting a long and i want to know wether you have got im broke in yet and Edward you can have in to ride when you go to See the girls. well dear Brother i all most for got to tell you when i received your letter. Dear brother i received your kind letter August the 19th and i was glad to hear that you was all well. well dear Brother i think you can write pruty good. you can write now prutineer as good as i cud when i left home and if you keep a writen you will improve in a little while. dear Brother ask robert if he pade old Mr Tirner that that i ode im. he sed he wood when i left home. if he did ef write and let me no. Edward i rote a letter to you Just a little wile before i got this letter. dear brother i was on picket yesterday and last night wee ad a good old time. wee ad all the bread and milk wee cud eat and wee honley pade 10 cents a quart for it. dear brother you sed that you think if i shud come home that odsen cud jump sum ire than he did before. i wood like to see obsen now and little henry and my 3 Sisters. well dear mother i must tell you the dream that i drempt won dark and raney nite when i was Sleeping all a lone in a plase that i bilt in sum boards, well i will tell you the dream now. dear mother i drempt that you was dead and i thought i was on guard and the boys was talking a bout their folks and i thought i felt very bad a bout it and i thought it was dark and raney and i thought i sed to the boys well boys this is a ard life to lead but i thought that mother was dead and i thought that i ad no home now and when i waked up it was thunern and litenen and ranen and dark as it cud bee and i razed up and thought it was so for a while and when i found out that it was onley a dream i tell you i was glad dear Mother. this what i drempt. dear father i wish i ad that tobacco and dear mother i wish i ad them cirence for they wood go good, Dear Brother i was glad of the Postage stamps that you Sent me. it is a ranen to day. Give my kind love to father and mother and to robert and all the rest of them and kizs little henry and the three little girls for me and please write Soone as you get this. So now i must bring my letter to a close. So good day 
Edward Y Atkinson from John H Adkinson Co K - 95 Regiment Infantry

Letter #2

Natchez August 26 1863
My dear father and mother I am happy to inform you that I am well at presant and hope this will find you all the same. I am sorry to inform you that johnny is drowned in the river. he was - him and five or six of the other boys to take the things off the boat that was brought down from Vicksburg and he came to his diner and was all right and went back again and the boys seen him about three o'clock and then did not see him after that. they hunted all through the boat and could not find him. this was on the 24 aug and i was on picket that day and dident know anny thing about it until the next day and then I hunted all over for him and could not find him and the next morning he was found. he floated ashore and we got him out. all his pockets was picked. He had about twenty four dollars in his pocket but it was all gone and we cant tell wether he fell over board himself or wether some body knocked him over but we buried him the best we could. the boys all feels bad about it and i feel bad but you know mother we cant help it and it dont do anny good to grieve about it as it would do you harm. I send my love to you all. Write as soon as you get this. 
From your son James to my dear father and mother Joseph and Mary Adkinson.

NOTE from Frank Crawford
John was 19 years, 10 months and 6 days old
James died of dysentery at the regimental hospital in Vicksburg on December 21st, 1863 - 4 months later.

This is another set of two letters sent to me by Frank Crawford

... It wasn't the smell wee was after ...
Private Thomas Horan
Co H - 65th Indiana

March 27, 1865

A Sketch of my 15 months in the C.S.A. Prison. Some three days or more after the fight at Bean's Station not far from the month of December Myself and five more of the same Co. being detailed as couriers started the same night in charge of our Captain Carrieo in order to establish our line that same night. After riding some 10 miles wee arrive at one William Scaggs, a suitable place for our post. Here wee took our station for post No. 2. Here we remained some 5 weeks finding considerable duty to perform without much alarm with the exception of a few scouting parties of the Enemy. Here wee done well untill our Forces being compelled to fall back from Blanes Cross Roads which left our line exposed to the enemy But wee still held our position until the eavening of January the 27 when Post No. 1 became allarmed at the Enemy being in that neighborhood wass compelled to abandon their post and fall back to our post No.2. Wee then thought it best to Saddle our Horses and fall back to Maynardsville and Report to Lieut. Admire which wee did without delay There wee remained that night. The next morning before daylight the Lieut. thought best to fall back to Clinch R which wee did taken Post No 3 and 4 with us. Here wee remained until the evening when wee received orders from Capt Carrieo to establish the line at all hazards. Wee then moved the line over on the Jacksonborough Road leading from Knoxville to Tazewell. Riding most of the night and the next day wee esstablished our line without much difficulty. Wee arrived at our post on the evening of the 23 at one McClouds, apparently a very fine Union man, but wee had not the opportunity of testing their goodness long for on the Evening of the 24 a scouting party of the Texas Rangers being 20 in number charged in on us by surprise and captured us after stripping us of everything in our possession, nearly leaving us naked they marched us that night and the next day in the evening wee arrived in Newmarket as hungry as wolvs for they gave us nothing to eat on the march. Here wee remained in prison until the morning of the 28th when wee were taken out and marched to Morristown. There wee were drove in to a pen like hogs. There wee were kept until the 2nd of Feb. when wee were taken out and marched to Russelville where wee remained until the 8th on the Evening of the 8th wee took the cars for Bristol, V.A. and arrived there that night. I will give you a slight Idea of our Rations on this trip when wee arrived at Bull's Gap, Tenn. They turned us out to help ourselves to beef which wass in great quantity but not quality but wee skinned and eat quite hearty of the Beef Heads that our Forces left after butchering some three weeks before. It had no nice smell I assure you but it wasn't the smell wee wass after. Well wee remained in Bristol until the 10 when wee took the cars for Lintchburg, V.A. and arrived there the next evening. There wee changed cars for Grand Junction and arrived there the next day at 12 o'clock. There wee changed cars for Richmond and arrived there on the evening of the 11. There wee remained in prison until the 13 when wee were taken out and marched through the principle streets of the city to feast the eyes of the Southern Ladies on Yanks. When this wass well performed wee marched across the James River to Bell Island. Here wee find a Retchard place Men die more or less every day with cold and hunger our Rations per day are two spoon full of beans and a little piece of corn bread equal to a half pint of meal. Here wee were turned on the island destitute of blankets or shelter with but two sticks of cordwood to 20 men for 24 hours. I have had to take my shirt wrap around my feet to keep them from freezing men freeze to death every night.. On the 4. of March our spirits were revived by the removal of several 100 being taken off for exchange but I wass not in the lucky squad. On the 6 of Mar one of the Boys killed a Dog belonging to a Reb. Lieut. which is not incomman in this place. I could relish a piece of dog or cat and be glad to get it. Well, when this was done our Rations was stoped untill we had to take the poor fellow out that killed the dog it was a hard task but had to be done. When they got him they hung him up by his thumbs for one Hour then let him down and made him eat one quarter of the dog raw but that part wass no great task to perform. I could doe that myself and be glad of the chance. Well here wee remained in this condition untill the 10 of Mar when wee were marched to the city and there put in prison untill the morning of the 12. between the hours of 3 & 4 o'clock when wee were taken out and put on the cars and told wee were going for exchange Oh. no one can imagine the feelings of the poor starved yank when he think he is a going from starvation to the land of plenty well the first place wee found ourselves was in Petersburgh here wee changed cars for Gaston on the Roanoke River here wee changed cars for Raleigh. N.C. and a rived there on 14 here wee changed cars for Charlott here wee remained untill the 16 then took the cars for Columbus S.C. there took the cars for Brantchville here wee took the cars for Andersonville G.A. here wee arrived on the 18 of March and if ever there was a Hell on Earth its one. here I wass turned in the Stockade without a Blanket or a shoe to my foor and the skies above for my shelter. here I remained in this condition untill the 13 of Sept During this time I saw sights and went through hardships to numerous to mention all at this time I have run several narrow escapes in trying to make my escape I have worked a many a night in tunnelling under the stockade. During my stay in this place from the 18 of March untill the 13 of September the number of deths are Thirteen Thousand and 800 poor fellows their bones are lying in the sands of G.A. I have beheld some awfull sights in this retched place. I have saw men lying not able to help themselves with Maggots working in their eyes and nose and them alive. Well I saw a hard time here untill the 13 of Sept when wee started as wee were told for our lines but I could not believe it so of wee starts for Savannah so Bob Wheeler of the 4th Ind Cav and I Resolved to jump of the cars and try our luck wich is no foll of a job to risk being killed with the cars or shot by the guards wich many a one is any how wee thought wee would try it. Bob said he would go first if I would follow so over Bord he went and he was hardly out of the door untill I took the ground a welt wich skinned my nose and forehead rather more than I liked wether the guards shot or not I cant say for it a shot had been fired I could of heard it any how I felt no Bullet but I have never saw Bob from that time to this Well I will tell you a little of my tramp through the swamps about one 100 miles I cannot give all the partivulars now I wass out some two weeks I could travel only by night some times up to may waste in water all alone a living on raw sweet potatoes and Peanuts. Well I tramped a long untill with in six miles of our lines when I came a crost two Rebs Diserters from the first and fifth Georgia cav= they treated me so kind that I made up my mind to stay with them two or three days wish I did to my own sorrow for one eavening after eating a harty supper of corn Bread and Beans wee were lying under a tree and the first thing I knew wass you D.D. suns of Bitches dont you run or I will blow you to Hell. looking around saw two doublebarrel shot guns cocked within 20 ft of our heads well there was no time for running then so off they marched us to Savannah there they put me in a stockade but i wass not there long before I turned groundhog and dug out - a half canteen and a wooden paddle wass our tools to dig with so off wee started myself and a little Frenchman for our Gunboats wich were some 30 miles distance wee sicceeded in geting to the Coast and a queer time wee had in geting there, not being aquainted with the raising and falling of the tide wee were some time a wadeing and some time a swimming. the Frenchman lost his boots, pants and hat in the opperation for wee would put our clothes on a log and shove them a head of us in the water. my feet were so badly cut with the oister shells and stones that I could hardly walk. wee swam out on an Island to get in sight of our Boats but wee could not get them to send in for us they threw several shells over us but would not come to our assistance they have been decoyed so often by the Enemy. here wee remained in this place thru day without food or fresh water wich compelled us to retrace our steps in search of food and water. but we had not gone far before wee found our selfs surrounded by 7 big Buck negrous an on white man who compelled us to march back to the old Bullpen as we term it. wee wass not there long untill wee tried the same old trick but was not successfull in geting out wee had the tunnell completed and my head out of the hole just in the set of crawling out when the Balls from some three or four muskets threw the dirt in my face but did not harm me. well wee dident stay here long before wee were moved to Melen there wee had no chance for to escape there we remained some 6 weeks or more and then old Sherman became dangerous then we were taken to Savannah and from there to Blackshere. here wee remained 2 or 3 weeks when we were taken to Thomasville near the Florida line here wee Remained some 2 weeks when wee were carried as they term it to Albany. but it wass the Darndest carying I ever seen. they marched us 5 days through the Swamps some time to our waste in water for 2 mile at a time, during the 5 days I had 6 crackers to eat. when wee arrived at Albany wee took the cars for that Hell hole Andersonville and arrived there on Christmas eave there wee were turned in the old stockade for the second time without blanket wood or shelter I never will forget Christmas Eave I spent it in an old well cold and wet and no fire to dry me Christmas dinner was a cup full of cooked rice thats all I eat for 36 hours this wass a trying time I would walk and run as best I could to keep warm. there wass but one way to a void this suffering that was to take th oath which many did but i could not see it in that light. one oath is enough for me well here I remained untill the 18 of March when we were taken out and started for the land of plenty. Just 12 months to the day from the time I first went in there... on the 19 wee got tp Collumbus there wee changed cars and started for Montgomery on the Alabam R - here wee lay untill the eavening of the 20 when we took the Boat down the River to Selma. there wee went in an other Bullpen and remained there untill the 22d when wee took the cars for Demopolis on the Tombigby R - there wee took the boat to McDowell's Landing and arrived there that night there we remained untill the 23d when wee started on the cars for Maredian Miss and a rived there the same day and the next morning on the 24 started for Jackson and arrived there that night. on the morning of the 25 wee started on foot with a quart of meal each for Big Black then to reach our lines so off wee started. I felt as though I could march 50 miles as poor and week as I wass for I wass not very stout. when I was captured my weight was 175 lbs and when I wass released I weighed 106 or 105 lbs Well our first days march wee reached Clinton some 23 miles from the River the next morning wee started stiff and sore and reached within 5 miles of U S Lines wich wee reached on the morning of the 27th one of the happyest days I ever experienced there they gave us plenty of crackers to eat and Whiskey to drink. here wee were Paroled and taken to the camp where I now remane Well if God spares me to come I will give you all the particulars for I can tell you things you will think impoosable thank God I am spared to return to the land of plenty I hope this will find all of you in good health so I will Bring this to a close hoping soon to see you all. now I must goe to the Commissary and draw Ration for my mess for they are geting hungry I have had this job to doe ever since I have been captured
If you write to me while here
Direct your Letters to
T. W. (H)Oran
Co B 4th Battalion
Camp Fisk
Sill true to my Country
My Love to all Good By
May God be with you as he has with me

Letter 2

April the 18 ' ' 65
Brother Vick, I again write to one and all to let you know that I am yet in the land of the living and hope this will find you in better health than it leaves me at present. I would like to hear from Some of you to know how you are getting along but it seems as you dont want or are careless about writing but be as it may I think this is my last untill I hear from some of you every one gets a letter but me. I am a lone without Friends or money but there is one thing I am not destitute of yet. that is Ambition As for Money I dont want any while in this place I am yet in camp Fisk near Vicksburg how long I may be here I cant say some are leaving every day I hope we may go next I doe not feel safe here we are liable to an attack at any time and no Forces to resist it. none but a few Negrow troops not more than one or two companys they you know woulden be a F.I high Vick I wish I could get home I could tell you of some queer old times I have spent in the Sunny South during my imprisonment God Forbid I should ever be taken in to bondage again. tongue cannot express the sufferings of a prisoner in the hands of the Rebbels. I will give you a full detail of things if God spares me to return Home. I trust he will. God wass with me when Starvation starred me in the face while hundreds fell daily around me with sickness and hunger but I thank my God I yet live and have plenty to eat if I only was able to eat it but i often wish for someone to talk with I often wish for Old Jim Mc you know the game is here every one for them selves but I think Molly or some of you can find time to write me a few lines to let me know how you all are geting along i suppose things are greatly changed since I left Home. well I must stop for this time write soon give my love to all. My Poor Old Mother God bless her. Kiss the little ones Direct to Camp Fisk near Vicksburg Miss
From your true Brother a Friend till Death
T W Horan 

Note from Frank Crawford
Private Horan, in just a few days, got on the steamer SULTANA bound for home and after it passed Memphis, in the Mississippi River, the SULTANA'S boiler blew up and killed most of the returning Civil War prisoners of war that were on it. Horan was one of them.

The next four letters were sent to me by Dana/BrieSkate and I thank her for allowing me to share them with you

NOTE from Jayne: I found this in Ancestry and am assuming is the correct person. 

Moses Joseph Nichols 
Company F, 
16 Tennessee Infantry.
enlisted as a Private, 
discharged as 2nd Lieutenant in the Confederate service


Camp Trousdale, 
July, 1, 1861

Dear Grandmother,

I seat myself beneath the clamors of the drums and bugles to drop you a epistle full of confabulation it is with gratitiude that I am granted the great privilege of addressing one by dexterity whose integrity glitters before my imagination as bright as the most precious jewels, you havve treated me with great respect and I will ever feel grateful towards you for so excellent works.

Oh, but that I had mental ability sufficient to paraphrase my sincere thanks to one so great and kind I perhaps would have been reckless character if it had not been for the expostulations of my belived friends who have been instruments in keeping me from negarious acts.

When I look back on my past life and meditate my opportunities of culture it makes tears run down from my glimmering eyes as they did from Nebuchandnezzer in his sorrows but then I have one consolation, that is I am permitted the glorious privilege of enjoying a bountiful share of good helth. John is in good helth and is now on drill today is my time to staneguard and I write your letter during my time to rest there are fifty eight sick in the Hospitalwith the measles and many other contageous diseases one man died last Saturday in Numans reiment, and they buried him yesterday in honor of war. I happened to be over there when they started with him I went to the burying (dis, 4 Ms) when we got there we found a camp ground surrounded with tombs. The Funeral was preached by a very able minister, who is the Chaplain of that regiment, the harbor under which the sermon was preached was about 50 yds from the grave of the warrior and during the sermon I, (being tired) layed down to sleep and when I awoke I found myself alone, but ran up to the graveyard and they were just putting him in the grave, they covered the body slightly with dirt and then fired twenty four guns over the grave, which seemed to carry up honor to the God of battle. I would not like to be berried here if I were to die but would want to be brought home. I am peculiary anxious to see you all and miss you to visit us When Father & Mother come to see us, we are all allowed 40 day during the year, and I will spend mine at home Mrs. West and her daughter are here on a visit they say rain is needed at Cookeville. I want you all to write soon and tell me all about the Farm and stock and helth of your community. I received your kind letter on Saturday morning which gave me much satisfaction.

With Love Yours Truly
M.J. Nichols
Malinda Jared

P. S. 
Father I will respond to your add soon, Write me soon
And with accuracy,
Yours Truly,
M. J. Nichols
(Moses Joseph Nichols)

Property of Mrs. Effie Boyd Young, Cookeville, Tennessee

Camp Chattanoogia
Aug. 3, 1862

Dear Father, Mother & Grandmother,
I again avail myself of an opportunity which I am always glad of Happy am I to inform you that I have the consoling privilege of sitting beneath the shade of Tennessee Oaks while I endeavor to communicate my friendship to you with the quick steps and glad hearts, we put our feet to Tennessee siol on the 27th ult, all glad to find enough uninvaded ground to strike camp on, also to find water pure and cool. We find the weather to be much more pleasant here than in Miss, the weather, water and people seem so delightful that we feel like we have emerged from a land of despair to a land of felicity, a great change has taken place amony the Tenn troops, they were though to be of the bravest species in Virginia, South Carolina, and Miss, but since the move they all seem to frown with madness and bravery the thought of enemy being amony our friends and relatives is sufficient to promt every country loving man to action imediateley, here we are within one hunded miles of home, but of fear of being troubled by the cannon invaders of our State We dare not visit home, and friends. They are wickedly infesting our vicinities destroying privet property and like roaring lions they are traversing Tennessee seeking whome they may evour, they even rob poor helpless women and children of their provisions and leave crying infants reaching their weak hands for break. What is to be done with the Murders of women and children? It recurs to all at once that they should be treated likewise. This is a think hard for us to endure without vigorously rushing forward and snatching them from their positions, as an eagle oes her prey. We are expecting to have Gens Buel and Mitchels supplies cut off in a short time, when it will be that we will liberate Tennessee. After we get them cut off from their beef and crackers, they will fail to get backers and we will drive them off as a shepherddrives his herd only we will be little rougher than they usually are, we will generally order them out of our premises and if they fail to respond fairly we will slightly put our bayonets to them and push them Northward until they strike their own soil, and when they are convinced that we are getting in good killing plights (spirits?) they surely will get cold in their cause as some has already gotten, Before we get done with them we will make them men of consideration and cause them to think seriously on the subject of war. the whole Northern army consists of poor deluted scoundrels, who cares for nothing but money and something to eat, Lincoln has made another call for troops, but finds them slow to act they have found out the grilling shame by which the hireling were dragged into the field. If he gets the m at all he will have to raise their wages. All that we have to do now to achieve liberty is a general forward movement with sabers in front pointing at the hearts of those Godforgetting invaders who so much hars (hate?) us and who curl the lips of deriat Shouthern rebellion, let us be co-worker in this struggle and add golden feathers to our gleaming laurels which we have so vigourously (victoriously?) won on goery fields of battle if the victories we have gained heretofore is not sufficient to prove our intentions, the be-holders is hard to convince, it ought to prove all at once that we will die fighting from freedom, rather than be conquered by so unworthy Co-horts. Independance is a thing worth working for and we must work with the whole heart and have spirits, if we accopmlish our design and unless consolidated forces, it will take years to effect peace the thing has to be settled, some way in a short time, or we will have a debt hanging over us for ages, but the debt is nothing compared with the object of our design we had rather have a debt hanging over us throu life, than be brought under the tyranical laws of the North, we will take death before subjugation, and debt before Northern laws, there cause must be an unjust one and they can never complete there boasted Determination, which they co clamorously difused among nations, in the out set, they boasted of things they cannot stand up to, and are this day sorry that they bragged so strenously fo their power and ability A few more good overthrows such as those as Manassa, Shiloh, and Elkhorn and Richmon and many other points, wil their line so much, that it will be hard for them to form a line of battle, after we get our conscriptions in the Field they had better make their wills for they must surely die or flee from our sill with celerity, they have already been running from their post at several points which fulfills our passage from teh Scripture, (the gilty fleeith when no one persueth) they have no human regard for civility, but go in for a wicked contest entirely and one thing is certainly true if they do not change their notions they will undoubtedly fall in to oblivion without mercy at their down fall we will endeavor to thrive and enjoy freedom. The Glittering Monuments of Southern liberty is fast building the day is near at hand for us to reap our reward on earth which will be pure satisfaction through life, and cause has proven to the world, to be truly just, Nations abroad loos on us as soldiers, laboring for pur just deserts England and France are expecting us to be successful in the out come, not long from this day. We will be free from the North and Northern oppression there is enough at stake to call forth all friends of Liberty to working for their country and firesides, the soldiers all seem to be on the right side of the question, while there is some men in the dungeon of unionism, In a few days we will complete the work in Tenn and free the people as well as those portley fellows who could not muster up courage to take their own part in the National struggle, Good for Nashville in a short time. Father we are near enough for you to come to see us by land, and I want to see you so much as ever I want to see perticularly at this time try to come soon and I think you will never regret the trip. Stock is in fine demand at present, beef is worth 10 per lb. horses selling very high since the army came in, a drove of beef cattle would pay very well if you could get them cheap. Mother I would love to see you and Grandmother, and all the children but I rather you would not come to camp for this is no place for women wait a while and we will get a chance to visit you this leaves us all in good helth and fine spirits give my best love and respects to all inquiring friends, tell them all to write me and be sure and write soon, giving the news in general. I am dear Father, Mother and Grandmother your dutiful son and will ever remain so,
M. J. Nichols.
(Moses Joseph Nichols) 

 NOTE from Jayne: I found this in Ancestry and am assuming is the correct person. 
John H. Nichols Company F, 16 Tennessee Infantry. enlisted as a Private, discharged as Sergeant Confederate service

owned by Mrs. Hayden Young, Cookeville, Tenn.

Bristol Virginia
July, 28, 1861

Dear Father:

I wrote to Mother two ago when we got orders to stop and go back to Mo. I wrote that we were going to stay at that place some days, amediately after I had written we got orders to go on to Virginia we had left the Railroad, some distance and had pitched our tent but we took them down amediately and proceeded to execute the command We then got on the cars, that have conveyed us to this point where we have to change cars. When we changed the act was assertained that the trains was not sufficient to take the whole regiment so part of the regiment have gone and our company with one more is left to go on another train. We wil not get off till morning. Father you know that we didn't anticpate faring as well on the Road as we did at Camp Trousdale, but that was a mistaken idea for we fare better the way we do is we do not have to the fatigue of drilling and we are as well supplied with provisions we were at the Camp. In my other letter I told you of the battles which had already been fought, but they are now recruiting for another battle which I am sure will be much more terable than those of which I gave an account but we are 300 miles from the place where the battle is to be fought so I fear it will be fought before we get there. Father Do ont mistake me and understand that I want to get in a battle for I never have said that for if this great and solemn crisis could possibly be settled without a single battle I would snatch eagerly at the settlement, I would lay fast hold with both hands and cling with more than filal affection to that compromise which would save the spilling of the most precious blood that ever flowed in the veins of the American people, but as the divisions and subdivisions of the people in to parties both political and religious has gone into such measure that it must be settles at the point of the bayonet, I as one who loves liberty as one who feels it my duty to help sustain any moment to carry this thing into effect, and you may never be uneasy about me, but when you think of me let these words comfort me, if in battle I am slain I shall die at my post, It is true enough Father that I would be proud to see you all before we go into battle but at the same time that love for our real Sothern rites which first prompted me to leave my home and happy fireside, still prompts me to go on in the grand and Glorious cause. Tell Mother that no matter where I go the burning words she spoke to me two days before I started still him with me in heart and I know that her words were true when she promised me her tenderest sympathies and most humble prayers and Father let me beg of you and Mother to never cease instructing my younger brothers and sisters in the right way for on such an occasion as this your words of instruction arise in their minds as words of comfort, then they as I now do, will thank you for your words of instruction given us in a proper time. I beg too be excused for this advising although my condition enables me to feel the good of pleasant words spoken in time. This makes me feel that it is my duty to do so. You need not write to me without me Stationed at some point. I shall write often, which will be gladley handled by you. Farewell, this leaves me well,

From your Son, John H. Nichols
To D. H. Nichols

NOTE from Jayne: I believe the David H. Nichols here, is the same D. H. Nichols that M. J. Nichols wrote to in the second letter.

Owned by granddaugther, Mrs. Effie Boyd Young; Cookeville, Tenn.

Sparta, Tenn. White County,
Aug, 8, 1861

Dear Cousin:

Your letter came to hand July, 20th, I and Pa was glad to here from you. We are all well at present but Pa he is in very bad helth, he is out at the Mountain now 12 miles from Sparta, he has been there two weeks and he aint coming home till frost, Crops looks very well here at this time, we have not suffered for rain but little there has been more wheat raised here this year than has been raised for many years. Wheat is worth 75 cts here corn a dollar.

There is canstant talk here about the war, some of the people is scared half to death I aint scared. I never think about it much. I go about my business like I allways did. I hope these few line find you all well so far a I have no more to write at present I will bring my letter to a close, excuse my bad writing, and look over mistakes and as I am in a hurry so no more at present, I remain

Your friend untill death,
R. F. Jared to D. H. Nichols


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