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bees. I'm so fearfully demoralized, don't know as I shall 

 succeed in getting this done so as to be intelligible. Since 

 I last wrote we have been marching here and there and 

 everywhere. Went within sight of the rebel fortifications. 

 Lost one man the first night out. Our regiment led the 

 advance the first three days. Our two divisions, Grover's 

 and Emory's, are now after the rebs at Paterson and ex- 

 pect to have a fight there. 



But I must close, for we shall soon be marching and 

 I must get my duds together. Allow me in conclusion to 

 quote the celestial bard of " Scots wha hae," — 



I am a son of Mars who have been in many wars 

 And show my cuts and scars where'er I come. 

 This fight was for a wench and that other in a trench 

 When welcoming the rebs to the sound of the drum. 



Affectionately, 



Daddy Goodell. 



Among his college friends he was known by the sobriquet 

 of "Daddy." When, where or why he got it, is not known, 

 but he at once appropriated it and used it to the day of 

 his death as his rightful designation, and made a good deal 

 of fun out of the use of it. 



On Board the St. Mary's, Grand Lake, 

 3 miles from Indian Bend, April 13. 



While they are landing troops from the other transports, 

 I will try and write a few lines to return by this boat. At 

 Bayou Bceuf we were encamped several days. There are 

 some old tombstones at that place. On one is the follow- 

 ing curious inscription, — 



