Blicks Station, Va., September 26th, 1864.
The Ninth Corps is in motion, being gradually withdrawn from the front. Various rumors are in circulation. That which seems to be the best authenticated is: “We go to Baltimore and report to General Burnside.” It is amusing to hear these matters discussed by men who are supposed to know nothing but to obey orders.
We have heard nothing definite from Burnside since his return from his pleasure trip to the Green Mountains. I am positive he will not serve longer in this army, and equally positive he will have a command somewhere, and that where he is, the Ninth Corps will go; soon as it can be spared from here with safety.
Paymasters are here, and will begin paying off today or tomorrow. There is some doubt about our regiment being paid this time. Our payrolls were wrong, and were sent back from Washington. I made them out anew, and they were sent off last Friday. If they receive prompt attention they may be returned in time. I cannot reconcile myself to the disappointment. I have had no pay in eleven months, and through no fault of my own. I am grieved for my family’s sake, and am really vexed at the wrong done me.
Then Fremont has “sold out?” What a miserable thing is his letter announcing the important fact. How much it reads like Vallandigham’s speech “ratifying” McClellan’s letter of acceptance.
