Camp Crook, Charleston, July 5, 1864.
Dearest: — Your last from Elmwood, June 16, reached me last night. Very glad to get so good and cheerful talk.
It is not yet quite certain whether I shall be able to come and see you for a day or two or not. I think it is hardly best for you to attempt coming here now, but if I can’t come to you, we will see about it.
Sunday morning the veterans of the Twelfth under Major Carey were united to the Twenty-third and that evening your flag was formally presented to the regiment at dress parade. The hearty cheers given for Mrs. H— (that’s you) showed that you were held in grateful remembrance. I do not know whether you will get any letters from Colonel Comly or not. You certainly will if he does not think it will be a bore to you.
You have no doubt seen the proceedings of the non-veterans on giving the old flag to the governor at Columbus. I send a slip containing them to be kept with our archives. Secretary [of State, William Henry] Smith’s allusion to me was awkward and nonsensical; but as it was well meant I, of course, must submit to be made ridiculous with good grace.
The fracture of Abbott’s arm turned out like mine, a simple fracture without splintering and he saves his arm in good condition. He is doing well.
Our prisoners wounded at Cloyd’s Mountain were well treated by the citizens of Dublin and Newbern, etc., and by the Rebel soldiers of that region. Morgan and his men, however, behaved badly towards them — very badly — but as they were with them only a few hours, they were soon in better hands again. At Lynchburg the people behaved well also.
Don’t let Uncle Scott be pestered with the little sorrel. He may give him away if he can’t dispose of him otherwise.
We are gradually getting over our sore feet and weak stomachs and shall be in good condition shortly. Captain Hood is here again in command of his company. Major Mcllrath, Captain Warren, Lieutenants Deshong and Nessle and perhaps one or two others leave us here. The Twenty-third is now a large and splendid regiment again, better than ever, I suppose. — Love to all.
Affectionately, ever,
R.
Mrs. Hayes.
