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February 17th, 18th and 19th
Plenty of “grape,”
i. e., rumors afloat of a speedy general exchange.
I have written home by my old college-mate,
Capt. Zeke Crocker, who is on the exchange list.
Much of my time is spent writing to my lady friends in the
Valley of Virginia and
Baltimore, and to relatives South.
No letters from home, however, reached me by flag of truce boat, though I know they have been written.
The authorities are intentionally negligent about forwarding and delivering our letters from Dixie to us. Have read “MacARIAria,” by
Miss Evans;
The Caxtons, by
Bulwer, and am reviewing arithmetic and algebra.
A number of valuable books have been sent us by the ever thoughtful and attentive
Baltimore ladies.
They will never know how much they have done, in various kindly ways, to ameliorate our unhappy condition and relieve the dull tedium of our monotonous life.
God bless the noble women of
Baltimore!
They are angels of mercy to us. The supply of drinking water has been scarce and insufficient lately, and those who have been too nice to use the filthy ditch water, so unpleasant to sight and smell, for bathing purposes, have been forbidden to use the fresh water in the hogsheads.
The drinking water is brought over from
Brandywine creek, and is dipped out of the hogsheads by means of tin cups,
coffee pots, buckets, etc. It cannot be clean, but is greatly to be preferred to the brackish ditch water.
It is to be hoped we will not have a water famine.
Many pleasant acquaintances have been formed recently.
