Ringgold, Ga.
March 10, 1864
My dear Parents
I have just been handed a Hickory Glade letter dated Feb. 23rd.
I feel most too lazy to write much - have got Spring Fever, I guess. We had a hard thunderstorm night before last and last night considerable rain, today the weather is clear, very warm and sultry.
I do pity the people in Ohio who must still wear their furs, pay the expenses of a large amount of fuel, and continually be growling about the cold weather. This country is equal to if not superior to the Land of Promise were it not flowing with Rebs and their friends; but when the land is divided among the Jews and each man shall receive his inheritance, then it will be “the land flowing with milk and honey.”
A few deserters come in daily. They are mostly all either old gray haired men, or mere boys, thirteen or fourteen years of age. They all claim to be conscripts.
Everything has been quiet here since we arrived except now and then light skirmishing with enemy cavalry. Veterans are beginning to return. When they all get back we shall have force sufficient to move forward and stay there if we do not go further.
The railroad will I think be completed through to this place in about fifteen days; this town is on the R.R. line running from Chattanooga to Dalton and Atlanta.
If this army takes Dalton and Atlanta this Spring and Richmond next Fall I think the Rebs will be about “played” and the “vandals” will be in possession of the “last ditch”. I still have plenty fruit – have not cooked any apples yet. I will save them until the last as they will keep. Canned fruit was excellent, I sent a dish quinces to Capt. Swallow Chief of Artillery for this division and on Genl. Baind’s staff, he thought they were best he ever tasted.
Frank was much pleased with his socks, paper and tobacco but he has no use for the gloves, no more than when harvesting in Ohio. Frank is well – have not heard from Matt. since he left, is probably at Nashville or Louisville. Ben says Masser division is ready so I must close.
Affectionately
Your son D. Putnam
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