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Glenwood, Oct. 4, 1861. Friday Eve.
My Dear Brother:
What under the sun is the reason I have not heard from thee? I have stood it about as long as I can, Mrs. Carter received two letters, and Mrs. Tyler three, within a week and here it is a week and I have heard "nary a word." I had a letter from mother, which said that they heard from thee last week so that thee is not sick as I feared, and if thee was Henry would write. You have time enough to write I should think if you chose to. Thy letter may possibly have been miscarried, but I do not think it very likely. Has the excitement driven the thought of thy sister from thy memory? Not to say that I am very anxious to hear from thee, I feel decidedly grieved. I think it is very steange. Even [Abe?] has done very differently I answered his letter and in six days had one from hin. Do write sometime
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to me, I count the hours from the morning until mailtime, and then have been doomed to disappointment, each day I come up to my room and all that I think is, he will write and I shall hear to-morrow night and so it has been for two weeks. To night was a little more than I could stand. I don't know as this will ever get to thee as I don't know the letter of your company. If war makes one forget their friends at home it is one of its worst features. I feel so anxious to know what you are doing, and what you are going to do, and all about everything I do not know what to do. I think of thee a good share of the time. I have tried to study since I got well, but have not hardly got into the [traces?] yet. All at school here goes on very [?]. They were all very kind to me after thee went away, and they all sympathized so much with me. I am asked a great many times a
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day if I have heard from thee. How I wish I could say yes. I am in a great hurry as the bell will ring in a moment and I can't put this in the box. Misses Smith and [Crawfton?] are very well and very kind to me. I have lived over that week thee was here a great many times. I do not think thee has been out of my mind an hour of my waking hours, and I nightly visit thee in dreams. Do for mercy's sake write to me, if thee is sick, as some of my dreams find thee, get some one to write. My thoughts are with thee, my hopes and best desires and prayers are thine. God bless thee forever, and preserve thee from all danger and [peril?]
With love,
Ann.
