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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Sep 4, 2006 |
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| City: | ??? |
| County: | Mystery |
| State: | Maryland |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Planted by: | HLRG_Whisper_Foot  |
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| Found by: | Not yet found! |
| Last found: | N/A |
| Last edited: | Sep 4, 2006 |
The Eagle
September 4, 1862
Dearest Martha:
Our little company of scouts has been camped out just up river from Conrad’s Ferry for a couple of days now, patrolling up and down the river. Our tents are pitched right by a little washout gully that runs into the canal, where the horses can get an easy drink and we can do the washing up. There’s a lot of downed trees right by, good spots to sit an relax after a long day on patrol. I am writing you quick because a scout from another company about 3 miles upstream just pulled into camp, saying he saw a huge regiments of Rebs crossing the river there. Says he even saw Bobby Lee himself, being carried in an ambulance! Says they’re a ragged looking lot after all the recent fighting.
We’re giving the boy a good hot breakfast to get him through the race to the capital with the news. It’s nearly 36 miles, and if he rides hard he’ll make it by nightfall. Once he’s off, we’ll pull up camp and try to meet up with the main body of McClellan’s army. I’m sending this quick note with the rider to put in the post once he gets to the city. I want you to know I’m still alive, but it looks like there’s trouble ahead. I’ve left a little something behind inside this log where I’m sitting writing (a funny looking thing, with the main trunk all ragged and rotted out and a big a side branch that’s been sawn off and almost like it’s painted over). When this damnable war is over, I hope you and I can come back and fish it out together. But if I can’t, I want you to find this spot on your own and take for yourself a token of this great army, and its great cause.
With all my love,
James
September 4, 1862
Dearest Martha:
Our little company of scouts has been camped out just up river from Conrad’s Ferry for a couple of days now, patrolling up and down the river. Our tents are pitched right by a little washout gully that runs into the canal, where the horses can get an easy drink and we can do the washing up. There’s a lot of downed trees right by, good spots to sit an relax after a long day on patrol. I am writing you quick because a scout from another company about 3 miles upstream just pulled into camp, saying he saw a huge regiments of Rebs crossing the river there. Says he even saw Bobby Lee himself, being carried in an ambulance! Says they’re a ragged looking lot after all the recent fighting.
We’re giving the boy a good hot breakfast to get him through the race to the capital with the news. It’s nearly 36 miles, and if he rides hard he’ll make it by nightfall. Once he’s off, we’ll pull up camp and try to meet up with the main body of McClellan’s army. I’m sending this quick note with the rider to put in the post once he gets to the city. I want you to know I’m still alive, but it looks like there’s trouble ahead. I’ve left a little something behind inside this log where I’m sitting writing (a funny looking thing, with the main trunk all ragged and rotted out and a big a side branch that’s been sawn off and almost like it’s painted over). When this damnable war is over, I hope you and I can come back and fish it out together. But if I can’t, I want you to find this spot on your own and take for yourself a token of this great army, and its great cause.
With all my love,
James