Frederick Oct 1st 1862

Dear wife,

I wrote you a few lines this morning, I thought then it would be the only opportunity I should have of sending you a line that I should have but we are doing nothing today, so I thought I would write a little more.

It seems a little strange to me that I don’t hear from you oftener, perhaps you write contraband articles, if so, you had better alter your tone so that I can hear from you once in a while for it is hard for me to be away from you and not hear how you get along and I want to hear from the baby. I think of her much, may

Frederick Oct 1, 1862

Dear Wife,

I shall write to you as often as I have opportunity, whether you write to me or not (I have no doubt you write to me but I can’t get your letters).

I am now in Fredrick City, I came in from camp with Capt. Dickerman and Sergeant Bradley. We have been looking for something to eat but have been unsuccessful so far. I have dropped into a book store to send you this line.

We left Washington [the] night before last and were one day and one night in miserable cattle cars in coming here and have not had anything to eat except what we brought in our haversacks, and that has spoilt.

Dear dear husband,

Again I set me down to have an imaginary chat with you. Oh, how I wish I would know just how you are; I hope I shall hear from you again tomorrow.

I received yours of the 28th last night and was very glad to hear that you were better, but I am very anxious about you and I am very much afraid that I shall hear that you are worse. I can’t see how anyone as run-down and tired-out as you are can even have any chance to rest, or recruit, in such a place as you are in. I very much fear that you will be obliged to believe what I told you from the

Dear Wife,

When I wrote you last night, I expected to stay here some time but word came last night at midnight to start this morning. I don’t know where we are to go but think we’ll go to Frederick City. You can direct your letters to Co. I, 20th Regt. via of Washington. I am feeling pretty well this morning.

I have no time to write more.

Your affectionate husband,

C. A. Burleigh