Letter written by Dwight W. Stannard, private in the 97th New York Volunteer Infantry Regiment from Camp Relanee Cloud Mills to his wife on April 29, 1862

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Letter written by Dwight W. Stannard, private in the 97th New York Volunteer Infantry Regiment from Camp Relanee, Cloud's Mill, Virginia, on April 29, 1862, to his wife, Alma C. Stannard: a machine readable transcription

PAGE IMAGECamp Relanee (Camp Relanee, near Cloud's Mill, Virginia) 1862

Cloud Mills (Cloud's Mill, Virginia) April 29 Dear wife (Stannard, Dwight W. (Mrs., Alma C. Simmons)) (Stannard, Alma C. (Mrs. Dwight W. Stannard)) (Simmons, Alma C. (Mrs. Dwight W. Stannard))

I recived (received) your
letter night befor before last
and was glad to hear
that you was well and
the boy how does the
boy Stand without his
tit I got your letter at
night and had rote (wrote) the
day, befor (before) the letter befor (before)
this one I did not right (write)
we was out on picket
gard (guard) and I rote (wrote) four letters
and Joe coats (Coats, Joseph) said that
he would right (write) one for
me so I let him right (write)
that one we have not
got our pay yet but
we expect it soon but they
boys some of them think


PAGE IMAGE when they pay us off
that they will Disband
us but we cannot tell
if we succeed in takeing (taking)
yorktown (Yorktown, Virginia) we shall
probly (probably) be to home in
auggest (August) but if we dont
take it we may never
be to home but I
saw a ordely (orderly)  sergent (sergeant)
and he seid (said) that we was
in four mils (miles) of yorktown (Yorktown, Virginia)
and that we had mor (more) men
than we new (knew) what to
Do with and that our men
was mounting their guns
as fast as they could and
as son (soon) as they got redy (ready) they
was a goin (going) to giv (give) them [but? bits?]
he seid (said) that the sharp
shootters (shooters) had [got?] hooles (holes)
PAGE IMAGE the ground so that as
soon as the rebels steped (stepped)
up on their guns that
they would pop them he
seid (said) that our folks killed
a bout seven of them to
their one of our folks
and he seid (said) that was about
the evrage (average) of it we
think that theirs (there's) no
dout (doubt) but wat (what) we
shall gain the battle
at that plase (place) and if
we do we shall never
see enny (anny) [-pitting?] but
if we do not
their (there) is a good menny (many)
that will never see
the State New York (New York)
as son (soon) as we get our
pay you shall have
some monney (money)
PAGE IMAGE you must right (write)
all a bout my
boy and right (write)
often so good
by for this time
you must excuse
me for I will tell
you all a bout it when
I com (come)  hom (home) from
your most
affectionate husband

D W Stannard (Stannard, Dwight W.)
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