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Anson R. Butler letters, 1861-1900

1862-12-07 Page 1

Good Bye my own wife This day Dec 8 is a pretty day warm sun, Love to all
Helena Dec 7, 1862 
My Dear Wife I rec'd yours of Dec 1st to day and you may be sure it was a welcome messenger, fairly made my eyes stick out. O' I do wish I was at home again with you all. So kiss little Edie till she ache & Hattie, yes all of you. I can't think of being partial. I was just on my way to town when I got your letter and read it on the levee as I walked along, I was going up to see James Runyon who has been very sick. He is in a very comfortable pleasant house which Brewster Stevens rented to live in with his father when the old gent got here. He has had one of the men with him all the time, who cooked for him & Brewster and was "Betty" generally. I stayed all night with him last Wednesday night. He is better now, is so that he is up and round, chatting & joking. I am sitting at the table with Brewster on one side and Jim's man on the other, all writing while Jim is setting on his cot reading jokes out of an Almanak & when he comes to a good one reads loud. Old Mr. Stevens is out on the porch talking to his dog, which he brought with him. He brought down all B's tools etc. and several boxes of good things for the boys. As I raise my head and look out of the window I see the fort just across the street with its tall sloping sides and mounted Cannon peeking over the wall. To day I suppose you are at church as I would like to be. Things are tolerably still here on Sunday. all shops closed. our church is held in two places, also in all the camps, except ours. Our Chahplain has never preached to us here yet, and only once in Clinton. His child is very sick here now

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Good Bye my own wife This day Dec 8 is a pretty day warm sun, Love to all Helena Dec 7, 1862 My Dear Wife I rec'd yours of Dec 1st to day and you may be sure it was a welcome messenger, fairly made my eyes stick out. O' I do wish I was at home again with you all. So kiss little Edie till she ache & Hattie, yes all of you. I can't think of being partial. I was just on my way to town when I got your letter and read it on the levee as I walked along, I was going up to see James Runyon who has been very sick. He is in a very comfortable pleasant house which Brewster Stevens rented to live in with his father when the old gent got here. He has had one of the men with him all the time, who cooked for him & Brewster and was "Betty" generally. I stayed all night with him last Wednesday night. He is better now, is so that he is up and round, chatting & joking. I am sitting at the table with Brewster on one side and Jim's man on the other, all writing while Jim is setting on his cot reading jokes out of an Almanak & when he comes to a good one reads loud. Old Mr. Stevens is out on the porch talking to his dog, which he brought with him. He brought down all B's tools etc. and several boxes of good things for the boys. As I raise my head and look out of the window I see the fort just across the street with its tall sloping sides and mounted Cannon peeking over the wall. To day I suppose you are at church as I would like to be. Things are tolerably still here on Sunday. all shops closed. our church is held in two places, also in all the camps, except ours. Our Chahplain has never preached to us here yet, and only once in Clinton. His child is very sick here now