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George G. Howe, Camp near Richmond VA, to Lorette E. Wolcott, Shoreham Camp near Richmond VA, May 23rd 1865 Dear Lorette, I received yours of the 18th this morning. Was very glad to hear from
you, had come to the conclusion that you was not going to write again
because you thought we would be home in June. We left Danville last fridayt
morning, about half past seven and arried in Manchester (just across the
river from Richmond) at eight the next morning. Staid near where we left
the camp until about seven and came to our present camp, which by the
way is about the nicest one we have ever been in. I got a pass and went
into the city in the afternoon my pass expired at 4pm but I staid and
went to the theater in the evening. During the afternoon we (the capt
and myself) visited many of the places of note, such as Libby Prison,
Castle Thunder, the Capital, Spottswood's House. A great portion of the
best of the cityt is in ruins, burned when the Rebs left. Will tell you
more about it when I see you of course. I saw some rpetty girls, so you
need not ask about that. Who do you think has been to seeme since we have
been here Notney Sloan [?] has been here twice, his regiment is about
a mile from our camp. Have not seen him since he left shoreham, he looks
just as he used to. Say, he means to take short trip to Vermont when he
gets out of the service. I don't know what I had better do with Augustus
when he gets back, give him the compliment or challenge him to a fight,
guess will not do that because somebody will not get hurt, but he deserves
the compliment you are getting aren't you? Want to torture poor old jeff,
tell Mrs. Tottingham that if there are none there to claim that there
had been before. To give the soldiers a chance when they get home I will
pledge myself to make him swallow those words. So Julia does not want
to hear from me? Alright, no danger [?] of it just now. I guess if she
or Em get my pictures before I can get them taken I wish they would let
me know it. So your cousin is dead in love with her is he? Poor fellow.
Who is he? I suppose you are jealous of him ain't you? Now get mad because
I told the truth once, by the way what were you and Augustus doing? Don't
knw but there is something in the wind then I did not think of it before
but he always speaks very highly of you. You had better be careful or
you will be getting up a row one of these days amongst years. Cousins,
little beau, soldiers now get mad again if I am coming home. You don't
want to send men such anxieties as this. My pen is no better than a Shepard
stick the ink is miserable and the rest you can see for yourself
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