Well Mary we have just been to breakfast and I tell you it is pretty hard fare Our bread is the best bakers bread I ever saw, but we have not variety enough While ever we keep well it will do, but It is hard on the sick, I shall not murmur, but it seems hard after having undergone the fatigues of the day, to sit down to bread poor coffee & old rusty bacon, sometimes potatoes, or onions, or rice. I cannot help thinking sometimes of our little kitchen table, with its white cloth & good wholesome bread & milk butter, honney, & a great many things that we never get but I must not indulge in such reflections, It don't help my relish for our fare a bit. Those who have not been in the army can never know what hardships a soldier has to undergo, But I have hope that this disgraceful rebellion will soon close, in disgrace to the originaters & that the thousands of heave hearts may be returned
