William Ingram, 12th C.V.I., December 14, 1862


William Ingram, 12th C.V.I., December 14, 1862


United States--History--Civil War, 1861-1865
United States. Army. Connecticut Infantry Regiment, 12th (1861-1865)
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Health aspects


William Ingram writes to his wife of the death of her brother, Henry Lamphere, of food poisoning in Jefferson City, Louisiana




Camp Stevens L.A.
Dec 14th 1862.
Dear Wife I though that I would
write you a few lines to let you know that
I am well as common hoping those few
lines will find you and the children the
same. I have got harde nues to write you
your bother henry is dead he died two weaks to
day he was down tow jeferson city boarding
to a privet house so I heard I heard that he
was dead then I heard that he want so I
dident write you a boute it one of our boys that
was left down to camp kerney came up the
other day and he sead that it was sow he sead
that 2 of our boy was down to the city the nite
before he died he sead that the sead that
hey sow him in the strat that evning and
talked withed them they dident say but
what he was well as common that nite I heard
that he eate lobsters that cum put up in
tin cans that is all I kno a boute it

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Jeferson city is clost to new orleans and I
am 55 miles from theire capt roche told me that
they hadent rote enny thing aboute it tow
him and he dident know what it ment
theire is very strict rules in camp heare now
majer pick has command of the rigment now
an cant guit oute the camp now
you must write to father lampheare aboute
it I wont guite much time to rite now theire
is so much guard dutey to bee don hear now
I sent you [unclear] and I wish that you
would write me as soon as you guit this I
send you now two bounty checks 10 dollars
each I sent you one 10 dollar check befor
and you never hav rote me whether you
ever drawd the pay on it or not I wich you
would write and let me know when you
guit it I don't think of enny thing
more now so I must bid you good by for
this time from your afectionate husband
Wm. Ingram

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The moon is sinking slowly love
adown the western sky
but stars are beaming brightly, lov
as beams they dark black eye
the soft south wind is morning now
among the orange bowers
and swiftly silently away
doth pass the midnight hours.

and when the first, faint light of morn
shall make the hill tops bright
i must away, and with the sun
my bark be out of sight
biut weep not, love, for soon again
i will return to thee
and never more afar will roam
across the deep blue sea.




“William Ingram, 12th C.V.I., December 14, 1862,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed December 5, 2022, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/21.