[1] This is [???] Mit
Jan 19. 1862
Camp Dennison
Mit I
received yours this
morning. I was
surprised to get an
answer so soon. but it was very
agreeable one. you cannot imagine
how eager we all are to get a
letter from our friends I have
written six letters since I came
here and have not received one
except from you I wrote to
your Mother a few days after
I got here. But I have not
heard anything yet from
her The weather is so changeable
here that we are either sick or
unwell all the time not more
than half the company can
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say that they are well at
a time. we have two that are
very sick with the mesles but
they refuse to go to the hospital
and I dont blame them.
There was 7 reported sick this
morning but they refused to
go to the hospital the Captain then ishued
the order that those that would
not go should be but on duty
There is six or seven of our
boys got the Ague and if we
stay in this damned hole
long we will all have it or
something worse I have been in
camp long enough to know
that there is more die with
disease When a berson is sick
in camp they might as well
dig a hole and put him in
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as to take him to one of these
infernal hells called hospitals
If you was here one day you
could see them carring men from
all directions (on a board) to
these hells (I can call them
nothing else) to lay there in
the stink untill they die
It is enough to make any
well person sick to go in to
the General hospital. there is
one fellow in there that has
got the Consumption and
cannot live he has been
pleading for days to go home
to die but they will [???]
[?????] at him If it
keeps on raining as it has been
for the last two days we will
be in the mud up to the ne[ck?]
[Join?] to our as I have seen
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some mud but nothing
like this nor you neather
and may God deliver you
from getting into such a
place Yesterday was [scrub-?]
-bing day to clean up our
bunks the Major came in
and inspected them this
morning he said he was very
much Pleased with our style
[Cale?] & I went down to
[Milford?] last thursday it
is a mile and a half frome here
and across the Miami River
we went to grined a butcher
knife and after looking many
a good while we found a grind
stone in the distillery and
it was about eight square
there is nothing in the town
but Dutch, nigers, hogs and
mule we cursed the place
and left for [camp?] Dam the [Pen?]