I am anxious to see George. I know he is a charming little fellow.

_Camp near Rappahannock River, Va.,

April 5, 1863._

The weather has been more disagreeable since the beginning of April

than at any previous time this winter. The wind has blown almost

incessantly and furiously at times. To-day is one of the windiest and

most disagreeable that I ever saw. It is awful. I hope the wind will

subside by night, or I am afraid it will blow my tent down. Yesterday

when it was nearly night snow began falling, and with it there was a

hurricane of wind, which continued through the night, and was terrific

at times. I expected the tent to come down on Billie and me every

moment, but it stood the gale finely, although it kept up a horrible

flapping all night. The wind is still blowing to-day and the snow is

several inches deep. Such weather as this will delay “Fighting Joe”

Hooker’s movements for some time, and it is so much the better for us.

There is now some scurvy in the army, which is caused by a lack of a

vegetable diet. It is not serious yet and is easily cured if the men

can get vegetables to eat.

We received orders from General Lee to be ready for an active campaign

on the first of the month, by getting rid of all our surplus baggage.

About one week ago I saw a Yankee balloon up on the other side of the

river, and was told that General Lee had one up at the same time, but

I did not see it. I do not believe we shall have so severe a campaign

this spring and summer as we had last year, but I am more than willing

to endure all the hardships again to be as victorious as we were then.

You need have no apprehension that this army will ever meet with

defeat while commanded by General Lee. General Jackson is a strict

Presbyterian, but he is rather too much of a Napoleon Bonaparte in my

estimation. Lee is the man, I assure you.

Dr. Kilgore and a great many others are extremely tired of this war,

and he has succeeded in getting transferred to Macon, Ga. The surgeon

who has taken his place is Dr. Tyler, a son of the former President

of the United States. When the Thirteenth Regiment was formed there

were six doctors and two bookkeepers in the medical department, and now

every one of them has gone but myself.

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