Warrenton Va Sept 5th 1861.
I suppose you all will think I intend to do all the writing, as I just wrote to Mary a few days ago. But as I have changed my place of abode I thought you would like to know about it. I gave an account of my having the measles in Mary’s letter which I mailed two days before receiving hers. Walter young (?) Stowers and myself are staying with a very nice family about 3 miles from Warrenton, the county seat of F’aquier [sic]. There is another very sick soldier here, but I think he will recover, though several of them around in the country have died within the last week or two, most of them having been wounded in the late battle. The people through the country seem to take great interest in the welfare of the sick and wounded soldiers. At some houses there are as many as 8 and 10. There are a great many sick in our Reg. at this time, mostly cold and fevers. For fear Mary’s letter may not reach its destination, I will give you also an acount of my sickness. For two or three days I had a very severe cold and on Friday morning – (today two weeks ago) I broke out with the measles – Walter
breaking out [previous two words scratched out in same ink] at the same time. Preperations [sic] were immediately made to take us to some house, Tubby having procured one about 8 miles from camp. We started about two Oclock [sic] in a Yankee Ambulance Tubby going with us. By that time they were out very thick and I was too sick to sit up, the Ambulance being made somewhat like an Omnibus I lay down covering myself with a blanket. Having lost our way we traveled over the roughest road I every saw until dark. I can truly say that was the hardest time I ever had + if any one was ever glad to get rest it was me. Walter not being near as sick as I was. We were with a very clever man + rcd [sic] all the attenion we could ask of any stranger. Next day Stowers + Brown came to the same place. For three days I was very sick, eat nothing, + had no taste whatever + had a very coughs. We then improved very fast, staying there ten days. We then came to this place as I said before where we were kindly rcd [sic], a very strict old Presbyterian family. The old man invites us to to [sic] family worship every night. I think we will be able to
return to camp and resume active duty in a week or two. The Capt told us not to return until we got sound well if it was 6 weeks. Tell all the family I would be gald to recive [sic] a letter from any of them. Tell the
old man [scratched-out in pencil] I will write to him next. Give my best respects to all the family and to all enquiring friends. Write soon to your devoted son P M Buford. Let no one outside of the family see this – they can read it if they want.
I suppose you all will not write often as you have to pay for my letters. Though I can pay myself when I have the change, but I believe when the reciver [sic] pays for the letter it will be more apt to reach its destiny.
*** Blogger’s Note: “Tubby” is Goodloe Warren Buford, Jr.