Camp Butler Dec 8^th

 

My Dearest Mother

                                    Your letter reached me, yesterday, and I hasten to reply to it. You cannot imagine how much pleasure one of your letters give me, much more than any other letters in the world. It is so nearly dark I fear, I will have only time, to write a few lines. To day is sunday, but there is no sunday in camp, for I have been working all day clearing up a new camp, and have just returned, and as we move tomorrow, I thought I would write to you, knowing I would not have another chance in two or three day's. 

 

I wrote to you by Nelie that I had not received my blankets in the box, for the company, but I have, since then found them, and do not wish any more. Your candy, oranges, and ground-nuts, were delicious, a good many of the oranges were spoilt, but more than half were good. I hope you directed "our" box to Cousin Wat, as he being an Officer will be apt to get it sooner. I am very anxious to see Charles. I get on badly without a servant, and shall look for him very soon. Tell Cousin Tom I enclosed some letters back to him, and there was another from Dr. Speck, which I did not think worth while sending back. Find out from Cousin Tom what I owe him, and pay him for me. Love to all.

                                                                       

Your affect. Son, Albert.

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