16 December 1861

Annapolis

Dec. 16th, 1861

Dear Sister,

As you complain that you do not hear from me often I take this opportunity of addressing a few lines to you so that if perchance other letters do not reach their destination in due time some at least may. I received the long expected Thanksgiving dinner Saturday. The chicken looked rather old although I tasted a few pieces near the inside that were good. The walnuts, chestnuts and some of the apples were nice and we have been having quite a feast. A.H. Thomas, a tent mate that opened the box, says “tell your folks that I tasted of everything that there was in the box and found it very nice only getting rather old.” The pudding and Chickenpie looked as if they were good in their day but their flavor was rather strong when they opened the box. Mrs. Lieutenant Marsh arrived here Saturday and is going to stay as long as we do. Lieut. Hoyt is down town upon patrol and Lieut. Marsh, with the assistance of Corp. Porter’s brother, has floored the tent and made it quite comfortable to receive his wife. Corp. Porter, a splendid young fellow, has been sick for the last three or four weeks with camp fever. It has been a pretty hard run with him but I think he is getting better, although he has a very hard cough. His brother has been here about a week and is expecting to stay until he gets strong enough to be moved when he expects to take him home. I am afraid that his cough is not going to be so easily got rid of. I suppose that we shall leave here between now and the first of January or, if not, by the 10th. Henry D. Sexton sends his best respects to my mother. This is a mistake “He wishes to be remembered to her.” I suppose it amounts to the same but I wish to be exact.

Charleston burnt. Hurrah for that. England and France are a going to acknowledge the independence of the Southern Confederacy. All right [?], we can whip them all. Weather very pleasant, much like home. I received a letter from Ariel today trying to cheer me up. Lieutenant Marsh wrote to him that I had gone to the hospital with an attack of fever and ague. I had only two good shakes and they gave me spirits of turpentine and broke it up. I had to take quinine for three or four days and then was discharged as well as ever. That was all that my sickness amounted to. Brown feels quite down spirited because he does not get a letter. He watches the letters as they are distributed each day and as some, not all of us, receive some almost everyday and he does not, it makes him feel as if he was forgotten. If you see any of his folks just remind them of it.

Remember me to all.

Yours,

O.C. Case

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