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Anson R. Butler letters, 1861-1900

1863-06-14 Page 3

the boat all cleaned out and ready to receive wounded by Friday, So I suppose Grant is going to make a brake somewhere. What, we can't tell. Bombarding is still kept up every day, He has been re-inforced 25000 from above and now has enough men to do as he pleases, The weather is warm. River rising. Gun boats are all the time going up and down the river to shell any band of Guerillas that may be seen. Nothing more of interest on the boat as I know of. our life is Every day alike. Dr Tilton (the surgeon now in charge) told me today that if I got sick, he would see me home, so would Orange (who is now Surgeon of the 45th Ill), now Major, or Major Strawbridge . Major S. told me the other day that if he was assigned to a Hospital again, he should ask an order for me to go with him, if I would. I told him I would, So I may be away from here some day. at least you see I have friends, powerful enough and willing to help me, So don't worry about me. I saw Jo Schott and R.W. Henry the other day. They had not been with the boys for some time and know but little how they are, nor do I They are over at Vicksburg, except a few who are left on this side, on the point below here and I only have a chance occasionally to see them. I have had no letters from friends lately, except you. I read yours day before yesterday (of June 4th) Was truly sorry to hear of Mrs. Beards accident. Tender my sympathy to them in their trouble. Also to Mrs. J. Schlabach, poor woman. I am sorry for her. She need not worry about Jo, as I heard he was getting better, only a few days ago, and do think he will get well. My best regards to both families and all friends. Sympathy for all who mourn from the bottom of my heart. Ah! When will this sacrifice cease? But let us "So live, that when my summons come to join the innumerable caravan that moves to that Mysterious Realm, where each must take his Chamber in the silent Halls of death, Thou go not as the Quarry Slave at night, scourged to his dungeon, but sustained, and soothed by an unfaltering Trust. Approach thy grave as one who wraps the Drapery of his couch about him, and lies down to peaceful Dreams,"

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the boat all cleaned out and ready to receive wounded by Friday, So I suppose Grant is going to make a brake somewhere. What, we can't tell. Bombarding is still kept up every day, He has been re-inforced 25000 from above and now has enough men to do as he pleases, The weather is warm. River rising. Gun boats are all the time going up and down the river to shell any band of Guerillas that may be seen. Nothing more of interest on the boat as I know of. our life is Every day alike. Dr Tilton (the surgeon now in charge) told me today that if I got sick, he would see me home, so would Orange (who is now Surgeon of the 45th Ill), now Major, or Major Strawbridge . Major S. told me the other day that if he was assigned to a Hospital again, he should ask an order for me to go with him, if I would. I told him I would, So I may be away from here some day. at least you see I have friends, powerful enough and willing to help me, So don't worry about me. I saw Jo Schott and R.W. Henry the other day. They had not been with the boys for some time and know but little how they are, nor do I They are over at Vicksburg, except a few who are left on this side, on the point below here and I only have a chance occasionally to see them. I have had no letters from friends lately, except you. I read yours day before yesterday (of June 4th) Was truly sorry to hear of Mrs. Beards accident. Tender my sympathy to them in their trouble. Also to Mrs. J. Schlabach, poor woman. I am sorry for her. She need not worry about Jo, as I heard he was getting better, only a few days ago, and do think he will get well. My best regards to both families and all friends. Sympathy for all who mourn from the bottom of my heart. Ah! When will this sacrifice cease? But let us "So live, that when my summons come to join the innumerable caravan that moves to that Mysterious Realm, where each must take his Chamber in the silent Halls of death, Thou go not as the Quarry Slave at night, scourged to his dungeon, but sustained, and soothed by an unfaltering Trust. Approach thy grave as one who wraps the Drapery of his couch about him, and lies down to peaceful Dreams,"