Our loss was one Capt and one man killed and 7 wounded. Our men buried six Rebels (found no wounded), and took twenty four prisoners. It was
quite a spirited little affair. This is one of the finest counties I ever seen, very
rich land and large plantations, each one looking like a village. Negro houses look
neat, set in straight rows and painted white, and a large cotton gin or sugar mill
on every plantation, and generally from twenty to sixty houses, and very seldom any
person about except a few negro women and children, and three or four negro men.
Sometimes a few white women, and oh how they do hate us, would make the hair
stand on your head to hear them abuse us. I hope our Gov will arm the negroes,
although I do not think it would be any advantage to our army. There is such large
portion bitterly opposed to it. I do believe it would almost ruin our army. But
I think our best plan is to pitch in without fear or judgement, and we might
happen to stumble on a good thing. If they do arm the negroes, I am going to do
my best to get to be Captain of a Company. Tell my little Zetty I will write
her another letter and send her a picture shortly. Tell the boy of his pal. My
respects to Wilsons and Miss Jane, but especially to Miss Timmons. Your William
