I expect that tomorrow or next day, if all's ell, we will be on out way to Salem in Futon Co. of this state, one of the northern counties. Only Co. G are going. The Chaplain who makes it his headquarters at Jacksonport came up yesterday. He thinks of accompanying us to Salem.
He preached this A.M. from the text 'God forbid that I should glory, except in the cross of Christ.' He is to preach again at four o'clock. I believe that I have enjoyed myself more in his company than in the company of anyone else, although I have spent pleasant hours with several others. The one-year men belonging to the regiment will be on their way home this week I expect. How long Uncle Samuel will exercise his paternal care over us conscripts, vets, and three year men I know not, but we still hope to be home ere Winter's icy chain binds the Father of Waters. My health is good, and I have amused myself by picking and eating two quarts of blackberries per day. I understand it is fifty miles from here to Salem. We will march there. I presume that our facilities for receiving and sending mail will not be very good up there, so you must not think it strange if I do not write very often. I am feeling anxious about you, Sula, for I have not heard from you for several weeks. I trust that you and Edwin are well. Ben Keeney has not been well for a long time and I am glad he is going home. Mr. Martin, I understand, was taken from Jacksonport to the hospital at Duvall's Bluff. I hope that he will be able to go home with the rest. I do not think that Ben Keeney ought to feel lonesome for he has received over sixty letters, I think he said, form his wife. I have received fifteen I believe from my wife. I hope, Sula, that this will find you well, and also the rest of the folks. Please give my regards to the folks and write soon, to your affectionate husband,
Ursula W. Emery.