We are still getting rations, mostly off the country. We draw some
sugar and tea, but never see coffee, and I am longing for some. I pity the citizens,
they really suffer. The boys are very mean, go into their houses and take nearly
everything, and the women begging them to leave.
Moscow is about like Rome, lacking the citizens. McKee is Provost Marshal. We have a
prospect of staying here a month or two, may leave tomorrow. Ransom thinks we will
guard this R.R., no telling. I wish Leander would come down to see us. We have just
finished our pay rolls again, but hear nothing of pay. I look for Baltzell down soon,
as I think the cars will run to Memphis in a day or two. I am nearly crying for
good tobacco. I do hope he will bring me some. Did you all and Zetty get letters
from me written at Holly Springs? As I think it very uncertain about you getting
this, I will write nothing. John and Silas is well. I hope you, Zetty, and Oscar
is. I hear nothing of Jehue resigning. Tell Zetty to kiss Os for me. I never forget
them. I do not hear from them. I will write every chance. I am going to try to
send this to Cairo by a sutler. Your William
