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Liberty Warner Papers: Transcripts - MS 624
Nashville, Tenn. Nov 12, 1862
Dear Uncle, Aunt & Cousins,
It is a good while I have had an opportunity to write home. I was very sorry to hear of the death of cousin Hattie. It makes a sad and gloomy day with us. I am well. Our Reg. has got order to forage and to go, but on a foraging, so I must close. I will write again soon. Give my love to all.
I sent you my likeness about 2 months ago. If you got it or not let me know. I will send another if you did not get it.
And we would consequently lost more. Please write soon. Let me know whether Elliott is drafted or not. Keep up your spirits and better days will come. We are trying to do our best toward killing off the rebbels. John Barber sends his respects to you all.
From your son,
We expect to leave here before long. You can direct your letters to this place as well as the 7th Brigade for the present.
Nashville Nov 13, 1862
Dear friends at home,
I have just recieved the long wished for letter and with it the sad intelegence of the death of Hattie. The loss is a great one, yes it is the absence of one of our nomber...forever. It is the first visit of death in our midst. We must all die sooner or later and we may be thankful we have been undivided so many years. I feel hartily sad that I can never againe behold the face of the dear one that is no more. I would not wish her back into this world of sorrow and sin. She is much better off. This was not altogether unexpect to me. I have often thought of it while out on picket or other guard and at other times when alone. I thout of her delicate constitution and feared she would not survive. A letter that George received from his sister, Harriet Van, made me almost certain of it, etc.
My self and cousins are all well and have plenty to eat and wear. Our regiment has been laying at Nashville about 3 months or thereabouts and we have been shut out from the world as you may say, the R Road line being intercepted by the enemy. Our only mode of subsistence was to forage, and occasionally commence our scout at 11 o'clock in the night and maybe have a skirmish. I have been in 3 skirmishes and have never fired a gun. We have always had some flank movement to perform on double quick time (on the run), which is the hardest of all. I tell you the rattle of musketry and boom of canon sounds musical. We tried our 36 lb. steel on them a few days ago. The intruders was a foraging party belonging to Forest. Our being transfered from our old 9th Brigade to the 7th shinned us out of the fight in Kentucky. The regiment that held our old position lost 21 killed and near 100 wounded. Our regiment is larger than it was...
Wednesday, Nov. 21, 1862
It has been nearly three months since we have been shut out from the world, as it were. We got some letters today, but they were old ones, but we did not care for that. The boys are all well except myself. I have been unwell for some time. I feel better now and am able to do my duty. The battery boys are well.
The rebels attacked us last week with seven peices of artillery and four regiments of infantry. They skirmished nearly all day. Our loss was 2 killed and several wounded. We expect to march before long.
I was sorry to hear of the death of Hattie. I did not think she would live a great while when I saw her last, but we must all die sometime. I would like to see you all once more, alive and well.
I have not much time to write now. I will write more next time. I must write to Aunt Sarah and the girls. Give my love to Eliza and Mary and all the rest. No more this time.
From your aff. nephew, George W. Barber
My love to all.
Nov. 30, 1862
I have just received your letter of the 21st, which found us all well. George is well & cooking for the Captain & Lieutenants. John is detached from the Regiment as a pioneer of the Brigade. He camps near us however, so we see one another as often as we feel disposed.
Our new recruits arrived about a week ago and there being about 120 one hundred and twenty, it helped us a considerable. Yesterday when we were out on Brigade inspection the old General (Genl. Negley) wanted to know of Col. Neibling where he got his Brigade. We had a general review a few days ago consisting of all the forces at Nashville. Genl. RosanCranz rode along our collemns and looked as smileing as a 5 year old boy over a first penny.
Rosincrans is a good old fellow, I can tell you. Buell is an old rascal and should have been shot. We would no more dare to go into battle with his men than nothing. He would be shot down as quick as a rebbel, that shows what we think of Old Buell, as the soldiers call him. It is no use of keeping an officer in the field that is despised by his men. If an officer is brave, his men will be brave, but if the leader is cowardly, especialy when leading raw troops into battle, he will disgrace the men as well as himself. The way things are going on shows a lack somewhere. This lack is not in the men, but in the officers. If I was shure we would not get through in 2 years, I would joine the regular cavelry, the Genls. bodyguard, etc.
That likeness you got I sent about two months ago. Give my best respects to Grandmother. Dear Grandmother, I have not forgotten her.
I would like to see you all very much, but there is no chance of forlough at all, so I have to wait untill we get through. I believe that whenever the war does end, it will be all at once. One side or the other will give over all at once, the sooner the better for the country.
Nashville shows the effects of the war. She has her pay for her traitering. The men are most all gone to war and the women make their liveing any way they can. Nashville is a verry Soddom, it is a abomination. The soldiers tore down some of the devilsheds for brestworks, thus putting them to use.
In your letter you was very kind to ask if I had plenty of clotheing and even offered to send me boots. Thank you, I have a good pair of boots, plenty of all. I should be verry happy to step in and take supper with you, but I must wait a while.
Your welcome handwriting always comes with the rest. It always looks so charming. I tell you, when I get back we must a good old talk. You see, I have been through the mill. I know what I did not know before. It is fun to talk, but, but... I would like to see you verry much. I should like to see how much you have grown. I weigh from 150 to 160. What do you think of that. In your next letter tell me how heavy you are. I want to see how we correspond in that line. I am tough, but not muscular. Write soon. Let me know everything. Anything is interesting to me.
Camp Hamilton, Nashville
Dec 15, 1862
After a few more days at Nashville we have moved out sixty miles toward Murfreesboro, where we lie awaiting further orders. We are all glorying the enjoyment of health and only need the smiles of those at home to make us happy indeed. We have a very pleasant camp here, close to this cane brake. It affords plenty of sport for the soldiers in the line of bird hunting. About an hour before sun set clouds of robbins may be seen coming from every direction toward the cane brake, where they take up quarters for the night. As soon as it comes dark the boys slip the guard and with torch and shelalah they charge on the devoted red breast, who stare at the torch untill they are nocked of of the cane. Our mess had a pot pie of some 3 or 4 dozen of this species of songster (great dish that).
We have just received a lot of draftees, and they are in for 9 months, so they get out of the service sometime before we, the old twenty onesters, as we call ourselves. Hoorah for the new roll 21sters. With our recruits came a fine stand of colors and a banner, besides a couple of small flags, one red the other blue for line guides (all of silk). Our regiment makes a line of battle about 40 rods.
Did Reuben VanTassel ever write home that he took 5 prisoners and a stand of colors at Lavergne. The boys have the story here that he did write such things home. It may be just a report amongst the boys, but if he did write such a thing he wrote and untruth. Because you see, I was there myself and know all about it. When you write let us know. You see, Co. H was on the run all the time trying to flank the rebbels and he nor anyone else had such a chance as that in Co. H. There has been some talk of compromise and armistice, but I don't believe anything untill I see it myself. If there should happen to be an armistice for 6 months or a compromise and peace declared, why I expect I might get home by some of these days, but the way things are going on seem rather to predict a year or more or in other words, I expect to serve my term out. I send herein closed receipt 20$ and more before long if the paymaster comes soon.
Love to all the friends.
Liberty P. Warner
Elliott write, girls write, all all write.
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