Cedar Creek, November 2, 1864.
Dear Uncle: — We are waiting for the fall rains and the Presidential election before withdrawing for the season. A drizzle today gives us hope that our work is almost over for this year. I am more impatient than usual to see my family.
The campaign, if it closes now, will remain a most satisfactory one. I have only one drawback. I fear that Captain Hastings, my adjutant-general, will die of the wound got at Winchester, September 19. He is a man of the Rogers and Jesse Stem stamp. I can’t bear to lose him, but his chance is less from day to day. — My health is excellent as usual.
Sincerely,
R.
S. Birchard.
