Camp Union, Tuesday,
December 17, A. M., 1861.
Dearest : — I can’t let another chance slip without a letter to show you I am thinking of you.
Still lovely weather. Rode to the scene of the naval expedition on this side of New River, a romantic place.
I send this by Lieutenant Kennedy’s father. He brought from Bellefontaine gloves, socks, blankets, and shirts — enough and to spare all around — for Captain Canby’s company. I get something every time anything comes.
We are in glorious trim now. Some of the companies still lack comforts, but we drill with life. The paymaster is here and it is white days with us.
The Rebels are getting sick of it. Nobody but Jenkins holds out in all this country. Rebel soldiers come and give up their arms, etc.
Dearest, good-night. Love to all the boys and Grandma. . . . I do hope you will get along well. You shall keep Dr. Joe till the trouble is over.
Affectionately,
R. B. Hayes.
Mrs. Hayes.
