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Civil War Letters of the Christie Family
CHRISTIE HOME

Author: Thomas D. Christie
Date: April 15, 1865
Location: Clyman, Wisconsin
Addressee: Alexander S. Christie
Description: Thomas D. Christie describes his journey home to Wisconsin, and details interesting sights and conversations.



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1865
Clyman, Wis. April 15th

My dear Sandy:

I promised you a longer letter in my note of yesterday and though I do not feel much like writing today, (as who would in my circumstances,) I shall do my duty by spoiling this sheet for your benefit. When you see some of our fellows, I want you to tell them that I shall not write to them till I feel like it, which will be sometime next week. You must by this time have got the packet of letters I left for you with Southwick, and are therefore posted on everything that happened previous to the departure of myself from Goldsboro — I was very sanguine in my hopes of seeing you in [illegible word], as I supposed you would have landed at Morehead City instead of Wilmington, as I find you actually did.

I had a pleasant enough voyage around the Stormy Cape, though the sea was pretty rough and the most of the passengers (including some 200 refugees and prisoners who were between decks,) were dreadful seasick, & turned over lots of Q.M. Stores of various descriptions without waiting for the requisitions. On the 7th, I got to Fort Monroe and had to stay there till the next morning, when we steamed up the Chesapeake for the “Monumental City” — Spent Sunday — the 9th — in seeing the Lions of Baltimore, the Washington Monument, the Battle Monument, the Peabody Institute, etc. and that night at ten stepped aboard the cars for Harrisburg.

Entered the Capital of Pennsylvania at 2:30 A.M. of the next day, and changed cars for Pittsburg [sic] without much delay. When I woke at daylight, and looked out of the car window, we were in the midst of the finest scenery in America — the valley of the Juniata. The river, with its little falls, its green banks sloping down to the water edge and its picturesque foot bridges covered with moss, ran close beside us, while on either hand the green fields of the valley, sprinkled with groves and white cottages, sloped upward toward the snow clad peaks of the Alleghenies. Where we crossed at the highest point near the station of Altoona, the snow lay close to us beside the R.R., I will pass over the rest of my journey hastily, and merely tell you that after passing through Pittsburg [sic] and across the states of Ohio & Indiana, I got to Chicago at 1 P.M. of the 11th, and left on the train for home at 4:30. Burst in on the folks at midnight like a torpedo — you can imagine the scene — and have been flying around ever since. Beat Dave with the Rifle yesterday, chipping the cap box cover off hand at 75 yards, & taking off a Blackbird's head today at 30 yards. The ducks will have to look out when Dave has time to go with me. Home is well, as is T.D.R. [Thomas Davidson Reid] No more at present

Thos. D. Christie




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