Camp Reynolds, Near Gauley, Virginia, January 4, 1863.
Dear Uncle: — First of all, my arm gives me no trouble at all ordinarily. Getting on or off from a horse, and some efforts remind me once in a while that it is not quite as good as it was. Perhaps it never will be, but it is good enough, and gives me very little inconvenience.
I am learning some of your experience as to the necessity of overseeing all work. I find I must be out, or my ditches are out of shape, too narrow or wide, or some way wrong, and so of roads, houses, etc., etc. We are making a livable place of it. I put off my own house to the last. Fires are now burning in it, and I shall occupy it in a day or two. It is a double log cabin, two rooms, eighteen by twenty each, and the open space under the same roof sixteen by eighteen ; stone fireplaces and chimneys. I have one great advantage in turning a mud-hole into a decent camp. I can have a hundred or two men with picks, shovels, and scraper, if I want them, or more, so a day’s work changes the looks of things mightily. It is bad enough at any rate, but a great improvement.
We have rumors of heavy fighting in Tennessee and at Vicksburg, but not enough to tell what is the result. I hope it will be all right. I tell Dr. Joe to bring out Lucy if he thinks best, and I will go home with her.
Sincerely,
R. B. Hayes.
S. BURCHARD.
