Convalescent Camp, 18th Army Corps Hospital
Thursday evening, September 22nd 
My Dear little wife Nellie,
I received your letter with the two-dollar note enclosed last Monday. I was glad to get the letter, not that I was over anxious to know whether the check had reached you or not, but I see by your letter that it did and so I will drop that subject and try to relate some things that have transpired today.
Well this afternoon the Doctor [Dwight Satterlee] had one of his horses saddled to ride up to his regiment and as he was about starting he asked me if I did not want to ride the other one so I saddled Old Jim as we call him and went with him. We had not rode far when we met Col. [William H.] Moegling, Dwight’s commanding officer. He was coming down to see the Dr. so we all rode back to our camp and staid about half an hour. Then we all started off again. We rode all along the lines from our camp to the James River making several calls on the way. I was orderly for them. We stopped up where Co. D of the 1st Connecticut Artillery was stationed so I had a chance to see John James and had a talk with him. I could see the Rebel pickets from the parapet of the fort. From there we rode down by our regiment but as they did not stop, of course I could not, and in fact, I did not care much about stopping for I have seen all of the boys from our company here that I was intimate with. They come down here quite often and when there is anything that we have that I can give them, I always do so for I know we have things that they do not.
Well we rode over to the James River — a distance of four or five miles — and did not get back until about dusk. As we were coming by Hospital Headquarters, the Doctor thought he would stop, ad by doing so, got a chance to go to New York with a transport load of sick and wounded soldiers. I suppose someone had to go and he got the chance. He had to go right off and was in such a hurry that he could not stop to eat his supper. I would rather like to have gone but should have been disappointed enough if I could not have gone home after we had got to New York. The boat he is going in lays at Broadway Landing which is about a mile from here so he and Lessey is to bring back the horses. I thought about sending my gun but he was in such a hurry I did not mention it and perhaps he would not have taken it if I had. But it cost me nothing so if I lose it, I shall not feel very bad about it.
I have got a little touch of the blues tonight but if you could give me a good kiss, I think it would dispel all of my blue feelings. I wish it might be so, but as it cannot, I will try and be patient and think that it is all for the best. I often think that I have been protected by the hand of God during this campaign and in fact, all through the war. This has been the hardest campaign of the war but still I have never had so easy a time as this. So tonight I feel thankful for past mercies and shall hope for a continuation of the same. I often think what a good-hearted little wife I have got and ask God to protect her and keep her from sin. If it were not for you, I should not care to come home, or if I did care something about it, I should not care half as much as I do now. So you see you are still my darling Nellie and ever will be. Sometimes I think I love you too well, but you are mine and I feel that I have a right to love you better than any other earthly being, and so I have. It is now quite late so I will bid you good night and write a little more in the morning. A kiss.
I suppose some of the older married folks would think that it might cool the ardor of my love if I could be with that wife I love so much. Perhaps it might but I do not think it would.
Monday morning. Dwight had to go to Bermuda Hundred to take the boat. She had left Broadway Landing when he got there. Lessey did not get back with the horses until about 10 o’clock last night. He said the Dr. had given up going when he found the boat had left him, and was on his way back when he met Dr. [George] Suckley, medical purveyor of the 18th Army Corps. So he told Dr. Satterlee if he wanted to go, he would telegraph to Bermuda Hundred and have the boat wait for him there, so he turned his horse for Bermuda and found the boat waiting for him when he arrived there. So now I suppose he is on his way to New York. I do not know whether he expects to go home or not. It will be a good thing for him for he was just paid off and wanted to get himself some new clothes and they are enormous high here. An officer in his regiment paid $25 for a pair of pants here. So you see how things are here and tey are much higher north than they used to be. I hope Dwight will go home and call on you.
I have received some postage stamps in two of your letters lately so I have some still. Do not send me anymore money until I send for it or until I send you some. The tailor has fixed up my overcoat nicely, has put in side pockets, &c. I think I will have him make me a vest out of some old coat as mine is rather the worse for wear and he is very neat about his work.
I would write to [my brother] Robert but do not know how to direct now that Mr. Latimer is gone. I feel sorry for the family for a good mother is everything in family affairs. I am glad to hear that Lucy Brown has done so well and hope the boy will live.
With love and kisses, I am ever your fond husband