Camp Smith, Whitfield County August the 10, 1862 



Dear wife, I tal<e my pen in hand to let you 



know that I am well at this time. Hoping these 



few lines may come safe to hand and find 



you and all of the rest of both families well 



and friends. I have nothing of importance to 



write to you. I received my bounty yesterday. I 



would like for you to come to your daddy's as 



quick as you could and fetch my boots, and a pair 



of pants on the heels (?), and a fine comb, and a 



hand towel. We are talking of leaving here but 



I don't know when It may be before you could 



get here but if you feel disposed to start 



on the circumstances. Write me a letter as soon 



as you get done reading this. Send it to Blairsville (?) 



post office and mail it and state when 



you will be there. I have no chance of sending 



any money now. If you come I will try to meet 



you there if we don't leave here before you can 



come, and if you don't come I will send 



you some money as soon as I can get a 



chance. I want you to have work carried 



on and try to make all you can. Seed 



down all of the corn land in wheat and 



rye. Fored (?) go and buy rye now and lay it in 



5 bushels. Anything you need get it. Polear (?) 



and Willie and Henry and Alford; I want 



you all to be good boys and mind your 



Mother and see how much work you 

 can do. Catherine, I want you to get 

 somebody to help build that fence on 

 the mountain and let the boys be a 

 clearing it up. Commence (?) in time if you do 

 come. Let me have a letter so I will know when 

 to meet you if I can and if I can't you can 

 see your folks and go home. Do this in a 

 hurry if you undertake it. There is running 

 thousands of soldiers down toward Chatanooga. 

 They are expecting a fite. All of our neighbors 

 is well. I want you to write me all the news. 

 Catherine, I will send you a shin plaster (?). Nick 

 Hulander said he would pay you corn for 

 what he owed me 45 cts. Gather up all your 

 little debts, tend to my hides. Put them in 

 new bark. Tend to old Darb. Save all the feed 

 you can. Tend to your hogs and cattle. So I 

 must come to a close. Nothing more at present. 

 Only remains yours truly til' death. C. D. Epps 

 to Catherine Epps. Dear mother and brother, 

 sisters and uncle, I am well at this time. 

 Hoping these few lines may find you all well 

 and doing well. I want you all to write 

 to me often. Direct your letters to Tunnel 

 Hill, Whitfield County, GA in care of Captain 

 Anderson, Smith's Legion. 



