Loel C. Hakes to Elizabeth Hakes, 11 February 1863
Camp Dwight. Brashear city or Borocks [sic] Bay feb 11/63
 
Dear Wife I recieved a letter and too paypers from you last night you dont know how glad I am to get letters from my Dear eny male comes in I am sure to hear from you sed you had not had a leter from mee in too weaks I know I have rote once a weak and generyly too leters a weak you spoke in your other leter that you was geting fleshy I think it agreas with us both not sleeping to gether so motch we youse to cary the joke to far some times did we not bot I liked it and I should do the same when I come home a gane I look beter know than you ever see mee look my cheeks is as plump as a dooler I weigh 159 pound I youse to weigh 140 so you most know I look first best I dont know how motch I would weigh if I had injoied good helth o how I should like to take you on my nee and poot my arms around you and bring you to my side you know how I youse to injoy it when you was on my nee Dear lib you dont know how motch better camp we are in when we come here when we got to the deepo we was waiting for the cars oscar and mee thought we would go and get some diner so we went back to a house they did not have motch they give us a sponge cake and some milk I tell you that did tast good when we was eating the cars whiseld so we et as quick as we could they asked us 20 cents that was cheap anough when we got back to the deepo the cars had gone / this was abought 12 oclock sunday so we waited till three oclock and come up in the mail trane when we got hear the boys had the tents all up right dear lib that cake tasted good to me bot it did not tast motch like cake you youse to make there was eg anough for three sotch cakes it tasted jest like a eg I wish I could have some of your fride cakes I have jest had my diner what do you think I had I will tell you we had coffey and boild bacon and hard tacts and the dead would not eat them I dont know whether we shal draw eny bread hear or not bread is all I depend on I rote in my last letter wa sergant of the picket guard at thibodeaux we had a camp of lusiany cavelry they enlisted in newerleans & some of them has ben in the rebel service they are the worst fighting men you ever see they know it is sure death if they are takeing one of them come in in the night he had confiscated a great hombly white horse we had a great big bond fire they had a barel of tar on the fire they asked to jomp his horse over the fire so he started he went over the first time very well when he came back he stombeld and fell in the fire and he jomped off and the horse got his hind leg in the tar and then it cetched a fire and how the white horse did run and kick / I thought I should dy a laughing sotch a time you never see thare is lots of yelow gals in that place they was off after them all night they told mee that easy planter in the south had five or six of there yeler gals you cant hardly tell some of them from white gerls I see some real good looking ones and the planters would sleep and doo jest what they wanted to with them and thear wives could not say a word it was a costimery thing do you think you could stand that see your hosbond on a niger wench it makes mee mad when I think abought it the 114 redg is hear from chenango count ny I come a crost too boys I was well aquainted with I have ben to school with them in taylor I was dreadful glad to see them I knew them in a jest the first time I got my ey on them they did not know mee a tall they was dreadful glad to see leroy & mert and mee we had a good visit yesterday thear names is dodge I have tol you abought them dear there is a big movement going on there here wether we shal go a not I dont know we have got to fight up to the salt works it is 50 mild from here I guess we shant go we are building a big fort here know we took a rebel prisner yesterday the pickets took him you spoke / abought my geting poissond dear that is good advice I have told the boyes to look out lots of the boys is bying eny thing a man cant be to careful there haint eny comon feeling here a old man told mee the other day that if hit want for the abolishonist there would not be eny war that made mee mad I told him if it want for the kessid southern fireeaters we would never come here he did not know what to say there haint hardly a yanky they are most all french and they dont know motch at that when I was on picket I went after a canteen of water out of a sistron and I could not get in side of the yard and I told a niger he was in the yard and when I was waiting for the water a dog run and jomped clear to the top of the fence and bit mee right on the nose jest anough so it made the blod run purty smart then was the time I wanted a revolver and I had sold it I went back and loaded my gun and went back and they had him shet him up that was the first wound I got in rebedom Hirom Berel is sick or he has had a blister draud on his side he haint don eny duty in too weaks I think if he had one draud on his ass it would doo him more good good night dear 
 
good morning Dear Lib I have jest come of from compny drill the ordly is sick to day and so I have to do his duty there was a man in co D the same co mert is in went in the hospital in the morning and at night he got up in his stocking feet and went out jomped in the bio and drounded himself we found him the next morning they dont think he was crazy he give his walit to his friend and told him if he died to send it to his wife I think he had got sick of soldiering dear lib dont you think that is affle bot that haint my fix dam thes rebs I want to see it out there is lots home sick Dear lib I should like to see you and come home as well as you would like to have mee bot as long as I can have my helth I like to be a soldier I jest et my diner we had bean soop I broke some crackers up in it and it wen very well the governmont haint to blame for sotch a living our quarter master is gambling or drinking all the time he dont care a dam for us bot they dont starve mee to death I will bet I like it well I have ben writing to Taylor to barb she ses you see that / leroys wife youses her money little to fast I knew she would she dont know what money is for that makes mee mad now lib I want you to be jest as careful as you can you have allwayes have don I think I have got a saveing woming as ever was there is a good meny here that would not send thear money to thear wives dear lib I would not have sotch fealing toards you that looks as if they could not trust thear wives you spoke abought that petis sister lives with all line he bunks with Billy watters he is a fine man I rote to you that our 5 sargant had invited us to his weding when he gets home he lives over to richburg you had not sed eny thing abought it I want you to rite to rosailia and tell her I rote to ledgard I rote 3 sheets ful to him I dont know as he will get it I got a leter from ledg and sent it to you ed goody is some sick all thoug he is around he dont do eny duty our first lieut has gone home and george Brown is in his place you will see him in wellsville [?] works curis I think old doon is in newerleans or els he has gone home he dont mount to motch I most close
 
From your Dear Hosbond with lots of kisses Lib
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(8198)DL1419.003116Letters1863-02-11

Tags: African Americans, Alcohol, Animals, Camp/Lodging, Cards/Gambling, Cavalry, Death (Military), Drilling, Duty, Fighting, Food, Home, Homesickness, Love, Mail, Marriages, Money, Payment, Picket Duty, Planters/Plantations, Prisoners of War, Racism, "Rebels" (Unionist opinions of), Sex, Unionism, War Weariness

People - Records: 2

  • (3022) [writer] ~ Hakes, Loel C.
  • (3023) [recipient] ~ Hakes, Elizabeth ~ Hamilton, Elizabeth

Places - Records: 1

  • (80) [origination] ~ Brashear City, St. Mary Parish, Louisiana

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Loel C. Hakes to Elizabeth Hakes, 11 February 1863, DL1419.003, Nau Collection