Camp near Louisville, Ky.
Dec. 1, 1864.
Dear Beloved Wife,
I take my pen in hand to write you a few lines to let you know that I am well and hearty and hope these few hasty lines may reach you all as well as it leaves me. I will now tell you that I received your welcome letter of the 21st this afternoon and was very glad to learn that you were well. I am glad that you got them rings. I hope you will keep that white one to remember me by for my love is as pure and as white and as endless as that ring.
You say you hope I can get a furlough, and I hope so but it is doubtful but as soon as there is a chance I will apply for one. The order came the other day to give two furloughs out of each Co. but I did not know it soon enough and there was two got ahead of me but I will be contented and live in hopes that I will come home to stay before long but will not make any more calculations for I have been disappointed too often but it does not seem as if the war could last six months longer.
I wish you would have told Esqr. Gilson not to give that scamp one cent. Short of what the judgement calls for we have given him too much already but let it go now. I guess you judged Mariette wrongfully. I hope so. I am sorry you are so lonesome but I should think our little girls keep you in good cheer. Oh do not weary. Try and keep cheerful for I should not like to see you frown. I know it is hard but we must try to endure hardships cheerfully.
We got our pay a week ago today and I sent you $140. I sent it by express to Norwalk. Charles Davis oldest son of Wm. a neighbor of father, (not the mean low lived Sam Davis) came to see some of the boys in the regiment and found me here. We had a good time this afternoon. He is detailed as watch in the hospital and I went over to see him and he has good times.
We have had very pleasant weather for three days but this evening it looks and feels like rain. We live first rate now. We draw fresh bread, some fish some bacon and some fresh beef, beans, potatoes and sauerkraut, and there was a fish peddler here this afternoon and one of the boys took a big white fish away from him.
The news this evening is that our men had a fight with the rebels and whipped them awful but we have not got the particulars but I expect to get them in tomorrow morning's paper. Maybe I will send it to you. I believe I have given you about all the news I can think of so I will close in hopes of hearing from you soon again. How does it come your letter was written the 2lst and was not mailed till the 29th? There must be neglect in the Postmaster. No more this time from your affectionate Husband,
George Kryder
To E. S. Kryder and all inquiring friends
I wrote a letter day before yesterday and wrote to Lillie
My love to all.
