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That evening several bags of mail were brought to the camp on a small
steamer, which had come on three rivers, the Green, the Ohio, and the
Tennessee, and Dick, to his great surprise and delight, received a
letter from his mother. He had written several letters himself, but
he had no way of knowing until now that any of them had reached her.
Only one had succeeded in getting through, and that had been written
from Cairo.
"My dearest son," she wrote, "I am full of joy to know that you have
reached Cairo in safety and in health, though I dread the great
expedition upon which you say you are going. I hear in Pendleton many
reports about General Grant. They say that he does not spare his men.
The Southern sympathizers here say that he is pitiless and cares not how
many thousands of his own soldiers he may sacrifice, if he only gains
his aim. But of that I know not. I know it is a characteristic of our
poor human nature to absolve one's own side and to accuse those on the
other side.
"I was in Pendleton this morning, and the reports are thick; thick from
both Northerners and Southerners, that the armies are moving forward to
a great battle. They have all marched south of us, and I do not know
either whether these reports are true or false, though I fear that they
are true. Your uncle, Colonel Kenton, is with General Johnston, and I
hear is one of his most trusted officers. Colonel Kenton is a good man,
and it would be one of the terrible tragedies of war if you and he were
to meet on the field in this great battle, which so many hear is coming.
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