Three hours later.

 

We have just rec'd orders to have two days cooked rations in our haversacks and be ready to march, or rather, to embark on transports early to-morrow morning. I expect that we are going back to New Orleans for the purpose of finding some accessable road into Texas. At least we do not expect to lounge in camp very long at a time while the rebels confront us at so many points. I could leave Morganza with a cheerful heart and without careing if I never saw the place again if I was certain that David's destiny destiny was only incarseration in a rebel prison. (which is bad enough) / I was in hopes that we would remain here long enough to get some word from him. But action is the motto of our army now, and let it be so till honorable and permanent peace is trumpeted through our country, then,

            Oh home! sweet home! where

                        friends never part,

            But cords of true friendship

                        bind firmly the heart;

            Where farewell shall nevermore

                        fall on the ear,

            Nor eyes that have sorrowed be

                        dimmed with a tear.

 

I will quit for the present and mail here, although my letter may go to Belinda via New Orleans

 

                                    Yours as ever

                                                Enos Reed

 

P.S. This sheet is the last of a quantity of rebel paper that David captured at Vicksburg

                                                                                                                        Enos.

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