C. C. Weeks to William F. Weeks, April 28, 1864

Weeks Family Papers, Records of the Antebellum Southern Plantations, Series I, Part 6, Reel 18, Frames 404-406

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Mr. Glassell's April 28th 1864

Dear Bud, I reached Mr. Glassell's a few days since, the 24th inst, where I found all well, except I'm told the children have the whooping cough, but it is so light, it does not annoy them. Mag too, tries to persuade me that she has it, but I see no symptoms of it. She is in fine health. I was both surprised & glad to learn from Mag that you found another daughter at home, at which event you were doubtlessly greatly rejoiced, as we all are. Mag is threatening something of the kind, & her threats are so decided, & are becoming so much more decided every day, that I really believe she is in earnest.

I left Mrs. D'Armond's on the 19th, all was getting on well, considerably sickness, some deaths among the children, but none among the grown negroes. Capt Stephans, for a man of his age, & in his situation, is remarkably active & energetic. He is very attentive. All were well at "Weeks' Camp" on the 17th. I sent Denis down for [Lap's?] ambulance, to which I put four mules & came here. Judge Moore is very feeble, looks more so than I ever saw him. I don't think he will last much longer. He is at Ben Prescott's, was there on a visit, when taken sick.

I had a hard time in Texas after I parted with you. Failing to get Col. Spring's verbal contract for hauling to Shreveport, I bustled about & got hauling in the Commissary Department, Dr. Carrington at Moscow. I had been engaged at it about a week, when one night, Martin, Milton & Ben, left me, near Homer, in Angelina County. I also lost three mules. I, after several days, hired two white drivers, & drove the third wagon myself & in that way got back, with the load of bacon, to Moscow, where I discharged the load, & having no drivers, I started next morning for the "D'Armond Place" but met Col. Bethell, to whom I sold my oxen for 250 dollars per yoke, & left my mules & wagons with him & came to Louisiana. Since my arrival in Louisiana I've heard one of my negroes were in jail, but where at I cannot learn.

Handy, or "Cox" was killed in the battle of Mansfield. He had his leg badly shot, & was begging for water & yelling out, "My name Handy Cox, I b'long to Mars William Weeks." He was in the African regiment, a soldier. I heard he was among the wounded in Mansfield, but afterwards learned he died on the field no on taking any notice of his yells, & entreaties for water.

I have not seen "Skaggs" since you left, so have had no settlement with him. Thank Mary for the shirts she sent me, & for the other things also. Nance, Charles Palfrey's mule, was stolen about two months ago, at Aunt Lib's, which seems to be an unfortunate place, as several have lately been stolen from there.

I suppose you have heard of our great victory at the battles of Mansfield & Pleasant Hill, on the 8th & 9th inst. Genl. Taylor is still after them. Genl Emery "was killed on the 24th at Monett's Ferry," 30 miles above Alexandria. With love to all,

Yours truly,
C. C. Weeks