"Meridian Hill"

Camp of the 5^th N. J. Vol.

Nov. 7, 1861.

 

My Dear Mother

                                                                                                            This evening is in most happy contrast with that of last night, which was one of the most windy of the season; so strong was the gale during the night that I could not sleep—fearing that the tent would surely come down on me. The wind was west and continued until nearly morning. The day has been pleasant, and the night is all one could wish or expect at this season. To-day I had a view of the country from the dome of the Capitol—the first time. From it one gets a correct idea of the shape of the city and of its extent. I have walked from Willard's to the Capitol often enough to know that it is by no means a short road to travel / yet, from the dome of the building, the distance is lessened one half. The air was full of smoke, which gave aspects at a distance an appearance only in outline, yet, with a glass, I could see the fortifications on [?]sen's Hill, which stand out in bold relief when viewed through such a medium. But few camps were to be seen from this point, notwithstanding its elevation—all of them seem to have been purposely hid from view. I can see from our own premises quite as many tents as I could from the point refered to. Had the day been clear a look into Virginia would, doubtless, have been most gratifying.

 

            The regiments we reported to have started on their return to camp to-day. Some of them have a march of fifty miles—will probably be here Saturday noon—perhaps to-morrow night,—one death has occurred to the 7^th—a teamster—his horse stumbling / throwing him under the wagon, which passed over him, causing his death—his body was brought to Washington last night—and will, doubtless, be sent to Jersey. I have not heard of any other death in the expedition.

 

            An anxiety is expressed to hear from the naval expedition. It is to be hoped it has accomplished that for which it was sent.

 

            It is rather cool to write, in my tent—so I shall ask to be excused for tonight—should we stay here any length of time, we shall have some [?]ssement for warming it.

 

            While I was in the city, to-day, I discovered a place where I could get an old stove—which I shall try and get a requisition for as soon as the commissary Woolsey returns.

 

            I enjoy good health—may the same blessing attend you. Give my love to all.

                                                                                                            M. S. Austin. /

 

                                                                                                            Nov. 8, 1861—9 AM

Last night was the coldest of the season—a thin ice in water buckets that were outside of tents—This morning is very pleasant—am going into the city, and will mail this myself—

                                                                                                            M. S. Austin.

                                                                                                                        5^th N. J. V.

 

                                                Rec^d 11^th Nov

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