Letter from Barnard, Job

Soldier: Barnard, Job
Allegiance: Union
Unit/Service Branch: 73rd Infantry
Home State: Indiana
Date Written: Tuesday, May 9th, 1865
Location: Camden, AL
Correspondence Type: Letter
Subjects: Comrades, Daily Life, Family, Friends, Home, Newspapers, Western Theater
My Dear Flora,

I have just got back from Huntsville and received this morning your dear letterof 30th. I went to Huntsville on the evening train yesterday with a squad of Rebel Prisoners who have become tired of the war. I had a very pleasant visit to the prettiest town in the South. It was such a splendid moonlite night, just such another one as the one last summer when Sgt. Wilson & I went from Triana to Huntsville in a "trick." I guess I wrote you about it.

Many thanks to Clarence for his thoughtfulness in sending me those nice fish hooks. They are just the kind to fish with in Paint Rock and we can't get any like them in Huntsville. I have fixed up my line again and am going to angle this evening after I have written you, my sister Lib and Ed Jernigan. Got a great long letter from Ed this morning in which he gave me the details of the "Funeral Ceremonies" of our loved President at that place. He was on the Table Committee (the Cortege stopped for breakfast there) and had the honor of waiting upon Admiral Davis & Dupont, Genl's Hunter, Hooker, Townsend, and others of the great notables. The occasion was one of deep solemnity and while the band of 36 young ladies sang and played the funeral hymn or dirge, scarcely an eyelid but was wet with its own tear. He has made his last march, conquering a nation by the power of his mortal presence, moving millions to tears, and uniting north in the bonds of stronger union than they have ever been before. Peace to his sacred remains in the Springfield Cemetery.

The war news still continues favorable for a speedy and lasting cessation of hostilities. We will not probably be mustered before July, I think, though we may be in June. Perry is to be back to the company this week, so he told me last week. I also look Capt. Phelps up soon from Camp Chase. When they come I mean to run down to Huntsville every few days.

I send you a Louisville Sunday Journal and if you'll look on 3d page you'll notice that I've been improving the knowledge you learned me one evening about Enigma's. I have never composed any but just for the fun, I've solved several of them since.

I am pitching into Algebra still and will be "brushed up" in that department, I think, when I get back to school. I don't know whether Ed correspondes with Miss Merrifield or not. I think not, as he never speaks of her though perhaps he doesn't know that I am acquainted with her. I will ask him today. He told me of an incident in Mich-City. Two men rejoicing openly over our great national sorrow, who were caught, roped about the neck, taked to the lake, ducked, then rolled in the sand, made to promenade the streets with a Union flag in their hands and to hurrah for the Union. Then politely invited to leave town. They being good at taking a hint left without further tarrying. Ed helped to do the work and thought they ought to have been killed as they would had it not been for the Provost Marshal. Ed kicked the boy of one of them out of his school last winter for hurrahing for Jeff Davis.

You asked who was teaching at the Arbor. Sis Rachel is teaching there this summer. She thinks it will be a difficult task for her to perform but it is a subscription school and she didn't have to get a certificate of capability. "Promiscous Hugging"! No, I believe it is only allowed by young girls unacquainted with the etiquette of refined society and those to whom the Society of the Refined and cultivated is never sought or to whom, in other words, it is a stranger. Yet I am glad you qualify the word with Promiscous for - for - for reasons.

I should be very happy to surprise you with my presence on the morning of your 17th birthday and think very probably I shall. Ho fast time flies. I am almost old enought to be a man and yet I am a mere lad in the Education Requisite for true manhood. A three years vacation from college life in the army! If it had not have been, I would probably have finished the course I had selected. But I shall never regret it, though I may never spend another hour inside of college walls. Three years in service of his country will be a better passport to success in life than three years at Yale. So Job mourneth not.

I made out to read all of your cross writing without aid of specs. I haven't got the Atlantic yet for May for it has not arrived in Huntsville. Your recipe for fixing mosquitoes is very good but it is so tedious an undertaking. I am afraid to begin. It would exhaust the patience of a Job.

I have some fine roses on my desk, two real fine bouquets and fragrant. I must mstop for want of room to say anything more. Not that I have nothing more to say. With best wishes as ever I am yours, Job (Barnard)