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123rd Ohio Infantry

Item LTR-6468
November 27, 1862 Andrew R. Ingerson
Price: $225.00


Original Civil War soldier's letter. 4 pages written in period ink.

Camp at New Brick, Virginia
November 27, 1862

Dear Friends,

Having a little time to spare, I cannot improve it better than to write you a few lines. This leaves me enjoying a good health as I can expect for you know the rheumatics are not yet along with very uneasy. They trouble me some and the chronic diarrhea. But with good management I get along very well. Hoping this finds you all well and enjoying life and its pleasures. It may be you will be surprised to hear from me at this point. But it is one of nature’s feats, I am here in a valley on the north fork of the Potomac River in Virginia. A place called New Creek, a little town like Sayville. It is some five weeks and have traveled some four hundred miles by land and railroad and such a country. Lord deliver me from going through it again. We traveled over rich mountain into the valley of the Tiger River from Clarksburg on the Ohio and Baltimore railroad to a place called Beverly, where we expected to find some rebs. But they had gone up the river. So off we started some 25 hundred strong and marched twelve miles and then our General left our regiment to guard the forks of the road while he went in and drove them out. I tell you, I felt rather lonesome but the old fare caught them sleeping. Took 50 prisoners and 300 hundred head of cattle and then commenced a race to get back safe to our starting place. Which we did in good order. Not loosing a man but one and that by accident. One of the 87th Pennsylvania boys fell and his gun went off and killed him. We got back to Beverly at night and received orders to go to this place, some 150 miles. So we started at three o’clock in the morning. I tell you it made old grumbly groans to go through. I had to fall out the second day and go it alone. But brought up the next day at Webster, where we took the cars, which brought us to this place. There was a circumstance transpired which was rather funny at a place called Rollsburgh. The cars stopped and I asked a soldier standing on the guard what regiment he belonged to. He said to the 106 New York. Then of course I had to ask him from what part. He said from Canton and then I asked if he knew Bingham. And he was his Captain and sure enough it was Alex Bingham. His regiment is quartered on our left. I see him everyday. The first morning, I went up to his quarters. I met a boy which looked at me very sharp and after I posted him, he called to me and asked me if my name was not Ingerson. Judge my surprise to find out that it was a boy from Pamela Four Corners by the name of Edwin Bunnel. You know him Tom. I have high times with the Yorkers. I found a brother to Nathan R. Peck. If I should tell you the position I hold in the company, you would think I meant to brag. But to say the least, I am 2nd Lieutenant of Company A, 123rd Regiment Ohio Volunteer Infantry. There was a review last week when there was some twenty thousand troops present. General Nelroy said that our regiment made the best appearance. Not expecting some old regiments. I have often thought there was no place for me but I think I am in the pace that was for me. You ought to see the time when I get up. At first, I thought the boy would hang me. But somehow the boy will do anything for me. The Captain is rather dull and the first Lieutenant dare not say his soul is his own. I have had all the care of the company in the shape of drill. I had them out yesterday with the other companies on company drill when the Colonel and some of his friends came out and inquired for Lieutenant Ingerson. He found me at the head of Company A. Says “Lieutenant, I want you to take your company through the drill on the double quick.” So of course I started off to obey, the boys though, there was something in the wind and they came to time. The Colonel thanked them for we had as good a man for a Commander as there is in the field. But enough of this boy talk. But I thought you or some of you would want to know how I get along. Knowing how dull I was at home. The news has just come that all the discharged soldiers has to return to their old regiments. The boys say I can’t go. It is Thanksgiving Day today. As I get time to write. All the troops rest today. But the mail, yes, out in one hour, so I must hurry as I will be late.

Eliza Jane has a probity, you know, been very sick. Give my love to all old friends, Miss Rulison, Timerman and all the folk. I want you to write to me, all of you, what is the use of being mules all the time. Direct your letters to A. R. Ingerson, Company A, 123rd Regiment Ohio Volunteer Infantry, Third Brigade, Nelroy’s Division, Virginia.

Farewell for a time.

Yours with respect,

A. R. Ingerson

Send some of your likenesses.

Do not think this letter is intended to brag, although it looks some like it.

Jane is better.

A. R. I.