HD. QUARTERS 25 REGT.
WIS. VOL. INFTY.
This is a fine morning and the 29th. of January, 1863. How the time flies.
Your last letter came day before yesterday. I am awfully glad father had
such good luck killing deer. You will have plenty of good meat for the
winter. You wish I could have a taste along with you. You bet I do too,
but it can't be, so we must not think of it. We came close to a row with
the 30th regiment yesterday. The Colonel in command of a squad came down
to put some of our boys in the guard house. The word spread like wild
fire and a rush was made for the barracks where the boys were taken, and
it took but a minute to get them from the 30th men and the 30th Colonel
was glad to get back to his regiment. The boys are threatening revolt
against the commissary. Our meat and bread is a fright and a big share
of the men in both regiments are ripe for mischief. I get a lunch nearly
every day at a little grocery just outside the fence. I get a glass of
cider, a handful of crackers and a nice piece of Swiss cheese for ten
cents. They are Swiss Germans that run the grocery and the girl that clerks
has the blackest hair and eyes I ever saw. She has been in this country
three years and talks very good English. She has a brother in the Swiss
army and when she brags the Swiss soldiers and how much nicer they are
than we Yankees, she shows the prettiest white teeth as she smiles.
There is a rumor that we are to be paid soon, anyway before we go South.
Rumor is such a liar we don't know what to believe. It is quite sure we
will be assigned to the Southwest somewhere. Perhaps to Vicksburg,
where the rebs are making a grand stand, perhaps to post duty on some
of the river points. Some of the boys pretend they would like to smell
gun powder on the battle line before the war ends. I suppose they feel
that way. I am learning some things. I find that men who talk the most are not always the bravest.
The news from Washington is bad. McClellan with his big army has gone
into winter quarters instead of making an aggressive campaign toward Richmond.
Gen. McClernand is doing far more good work than all the rest. Some of
the boys are dreaming of home and a good time pretty soon, but the Richmond
papers talk like the south was just beginning to wake up. Lots of poor
fellows will bite the dust before the end yet.