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1862-02-19 Page 01
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Ft. Donaldson Tenn Feb. 19, 1862. My dear darling Wife The last letter I wrote you was written on the "T.L. McGill" and mailed at Cairo, Ils. I then wrote you that we were going up the Tenn' River to Ft. Henry, but our our order was changed at Cairo, and we started for this point, which was at that time in the hands of the Rebels. We reached our landing four miles below here on the 13th inst. in the night, and the next morning, bright and early we started over the hills in fine spirits to the scene of bloody conflict. We were ordered by our genl, Smith, to the extreme left of the grand army which encircled this indescribable stronghold of secessi'd. The morning of the 15th dawned Cold and desolate, and everything looked as forbiding to us as the grave; for indeed, many, very many, of us looked, undauntedly upon its frigid territory. Early in the morning of that day the battle began to rage with great fury on the right wing (though they had been fighting at intervals for nearly two days) and lasted until about two oclock when genreal Smith rode up to our Regiment and informed them that he expected the left wing of our Reg, including our Company, to charge the Breastworks of the
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Ft. Donaldson Tenn Feb. 19, 1862. My dear darling Wife The last letter I wrote you was written on the "T.L. McGill" and mailed at Cairo, Ils. I then wrote you that we were going up the Tenn' River to Ft. Henry, but our our order was changed at Cairo, and we started for this point, which was at that time in the hands of the Rebels. We reached our landing four miles below here on the 13th inst. in the night, and the next morning, bright and early we started over the hills in fine spirits to the scene of bloody conflict. We were ordered by our genl, Smith, to the extreme left of the grand army which encircled this indescribable stronghold of secessi'd. The morning of the 15th dawned Cold and desolate, and everything looked as forbiding to us as the grave; for indeed, many, very many, of us looked, undauntedly upon its frigid territory. Early in the morning of that day the battle began to rage with great fury on the right wing (though they had been fighting at intervals for nearly two days) and lasted until about two oclock when genreal Smith rode up to our Regiment and informed them that he expected the left wing of our Reg, including our Company, to charge the Breastworks of the
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