Savannah, Ga

Saturday Evening, 8 o’clock

July 22, 1865

My Dearest Wife,

This afternoon we received the order to march Monday July 24^th, 1865 to Hawkinsville, Ga. We will start Monday morning at 3 o’clock and go via Augusta and Macon to Hawkinsville, from there we well go a little piece further in the country. It is march of over 225 miles which we calculate to make it in twelve days. I send you by this mail also four envelopes with my new address. I suppose that my old address would do perhaps also, but his one is more certain. The following is the address:

Surgeon Arnold Stub

90^th N.Y.V.V.

3^rd Brigade Sub-District Ocmulgee

District of Savannah

Dept. of Georgia

Please be careful and correct in writing this address, perhaps it will be best if you get somebody to address for you a number of envelopes. Be particular as to the number of my Regiment. You see the Department of Georgia is divided in several Districts. One of these Districts is called the District of Savannah and the District of Savannah is divided in Sub-Districts one of which is called the Sub-District to Ocmulgee, after a river of that name.

A march of 225 miles this season of the year will be of considerable hardship to our men, which I sincerely pity, more so as they have to carry besides their gun and accoutrements, their knapsacks, and blankets. I fear my love you will remain a good while without news from me, because I doubt that I will be able to mail a letter on the road, unless I have time when we pass Augusta. I will however write daily a few lines if necessary in pencil and mail it the first chance I have. But pray darling, do not wait to hear from me again, but answer this at once to my new address.

This has been a warm day, but we had some sea breeze which made it pleasant. I took a ride through the city after sunset. Every street is a fashionable promenade. I met some ladies and gentlemen on horseback, some driving in barouches and quite a number of ladies on foot. Only a few real good looking ones however, nothing to compare with New York or New Orleans. The public buildings of the city are all very fine indeed. The jail looks to castle of a knight of olden times, more so than the Smithsonian Institute. What a pity you have not see the latter before the fire! I have forgotten if I mentioned to you in my previous letters the Pulaski Monument here in the city, erected to the memory of General Pulaski, who fell in the year 1779 when the English besiegned the city.

It is really very fine, although the cannons hewn in marble and part of the ornaments stand rather in the wrong place. There is also a fountain one of the principal parts made in New York, quite an artistical piece of workmanship and looks particularly fine when it is at work. The water spouts from the top of the fountain and from the foot. From the latter place it comes out of trumpets blown by Tritons. The Tritons are demigods of the old Greeks. You may call them servants in the household of King Neptune, who was said to resign over the ocean, and the former were represented half man, half fish.

Yesterday the Paymaster came round and paid our regiment to include the last of April. The consequence of it is we have a good deal of drunkenness in the Regiment today amongst the man "some are tied up, some confined in the guardhouse" and one miserable wretch who has a family at home depending upon his support and suffering from want of money, goes to town get’s drunk and had 290 dollars stolen from him. All this family had to live on for next six months. We found out however the probable thieves and after arresting and searching them, we found 200 dollars for the possessions of which they could not account for. There is consequently some hope that he will get his money back. It is however cheering to notice that the larger portion of the men send their money home as soon as they get it.

I think tomorrow you will be in church perhaps to hear Rev. Mr. Dupes. I will go to church also. The latter is a fine structure, with a fine imposing tower. I think I write to you again tomorrow. Farewell and think of your loving Husband.

Arnold Stub