Letter from Walker, Robert

Soldier: Walker, Robert
Allegiance: Union
Unit/Service Branch: 90th Infantry
Home State: Ohio
Date Written: Thursday, April 28th, 1864
Location: Ooltewah Station, Tennessee
Correspondence Type: Letter
Subjects: Camp Life, Comrades, Enemy, Home, Secesh, Suffering

Respected Sister,

With pleasure I embrace this opportunity of writing
you a few lines to let you know that I am well, and hope this
will find you enjoying good health. I have nothing of impor-
tance to write, but it is the supposition of all that we shall
move in a few days, so I thought I would write while I had
the chance. When we are on the march, we have a very poor
chance for writing. When we move, I shall have to come
down to army fare again, but I guess I can stand it. I have
been a feather bed soldier for nearly three months. Yester-
day we had orders to turn over to the government all unnec-
essary baggage and to keep just as little as we could get
along with.

The weather here is very nice. The woods are green
and look as forward now as they do the last of May in Ohio.
The wheat fields look beautiful. The wheat is about knee
high and very even on the ground. If the citizens here do
not get a good crop this season, they will certainly come to
want. They have but very little meat and no hogs to make
any, and if a sheep happens to get fat and won't bleat for the
Union, the soldiers confiscate it for a Rebel. Chickens and
geese receive the same treatment. You have no idea how
different a country looks after an army passes through, from
what it did before.

Harriet, I heard that you and Martha both had soldiers
for beaus but did not hear who they were. If I were going
to guess, I should guess Isaac Colman for one and Worley Priest
for the other. I suppose Martha does not go to see hers very of-
ten now, as she has gone to Nelsonville. You had better make
yours stay all the time, for you and mother are certainly very
lonesome by yourselves. But you had better be lonesome than
be as the citizens are here. They have plenty of company but
nothing to feed them on, and if they had, they would keep it
for themselves.

Thomas S. Mains is still at the hospital, but he is able
to run around. He is coming here today. We are only a half
mile from the hospital.

Harriet, I have helped plant thirty acres of corn this
year. Most all of the farmers are done planting.

The next time you write I want you to let me know
where Thomas is. I have written to him several times but
I cannot get a reply. I suppose I don't direct the letters right
but I can't help it, for I don't know how to direct them now.

I will tell you a little joke that passed off here last Sun-
day, but I will not mention any names. There was a young
man who belongs to Co. H, 90th Ohio, from Saltlick township,
who fell in love with a young lady here by the name of Mary
Ragen. This Co.H man went out to Ragen's last Sunday
evening, with the calculation of keeping company with Molly,
but he did not get any opportunity of speaking to her on that
subject without asking the question before the old folks, so he
started back to camp. When he got to the picket line, he had
no pass, so the pickets took him up to the general, and he had
to tell where he had been and what he went for. So the next
day he wrote her a note stating that he would be glad to pay
her a visit on Thursday evening, if it was agreeable to her
and her mother, and for her to send her reply to his request
with the bearer of his note. Molly read the note and then
called her mother and showed it to her. They talked a while,
and then told the bearer to tell him his request was granted.
Tonight is the night for him to go back, but I will bet my hat
that the old folks won't go to bed when he comes. I shall
write in my next how he comes out.

Write as soon as this comes to hand, and oblige,
Your brother,