Head Qrs, Opequon
Mar 14th
My dear
Stuart,
Many thanks
for your kindness in sending me the letter.
It found me with only one arm useful – the other swollen as big as old
Sacketts leg. The Yanks are quiet here
now. Maj White has been stirring them
up continually of late, some [illegible] in the last two days. [Lots of illegible writing] I suppose I am to vegetate here all the
winter under that crazy old Presbyterian fool.
I am like the porcupine – all bristles, and all sticking out too, so I
know we shall have a smash up before long.
I don’t like the complexion here.
I think a fatal sin has been committed, provided the Yanks have the
sense to take advantage of it, which they don’t often do, for the sometimes
won’t the peach when held to their lips.
How do you
like Paxton Brig. Gen! The
Almighty will get tired, helping Jackson after awhile, and then he’ll get the
damndest thrashing – and the shoe pinches, for I should get my share and
probably all the blame, for the people will never blame Stonewall for any
disaster.
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Yours –
APHill