To Mrs. Lyon.
Camp Redfield, May 13, 1862.—I was called off to superintend building a road through a swamp. I was sent out with Captain Young’s company (he being sick). We were out nearly all night, being within one-half or three-quarters of a mile from the rebel pickets. I was very weary and did not write yesterday. We are all in good health and spirits. Reinforcements continue to pour in to us and we have an immense army here. If they stand us a fight we shall whip them, but since they have run away from New Orleans, Yorktown and Norfolk, I almost believe they will run away from Corinth. I still feel that I shall come home to you safely. I felt so when the storm of death beat around me on the battle field. I knew that from the lips and hearts I love so dearly in my far-off home earnest prayers went up for my safety, and it nerved me to do my duty fearlessly in the hour of peril and death; and the greater the peril that surrounds me, the more clear are my convictions that I am where I ought to be. Let us both with fervent faith and undoubting trust commit our future destiny to His hands ‘Who doeth all things well.’
