Letter, Robert Corry to Eliza Corry.
[Eliza is pregnant at this time with Robert Samuel (Robby), who was born on January 9, 1865. This was referred to in Robert's last letter that a fourth would not be too many and in this and another letter as the time Eliza misses her husband more than at any other time. Eliza must be depressed about bringing a child into the world at such uncertain times for in a later letter, Robert tries to cheer her up and tells her this is a natural thing.]

Columbus, Miss.

July 25,1864

My own darling wife,

Sam Stegar will start in a day or two for Tuscumbia and as I am at leisure will write a short letter even if it never reaches you.

We arrived at this point night before last and will remain only 3 or 4 days longer, or until we get our horses shold up, then we will go on down to the command wherever it may be. Gen. R. was ordered to Meridian and there to wait for further orders, and since we came here, I learn that we will have to take the horses to Montgomery or somewhere in that country. This is getting a long way off from you, my dear, but I am perfectly willing to go where I am ordered if it will be of any advantage to our cause, and if at Montgomery, I will have the consolation of being in the same state even if I am further away from you. Great consolation, ain't it, Love? I suppose we are going down to be convenient for some of those raiding parties that have just made a beginning in that section. Doubtless you have read of the Yankees coming through from Sherman's army (I suppose) and tearing up the R. R. for several miles between Montgomery and West Point, Ga. and as we have no calvary in that country, we may remain there for sometime. I think Gen. Roddy is pleased with the move as it will get him further off from old Forrest, and I am perfectly willing, for Gen. Forrest has had and will have hard work and hard fighting to do all the time and besides he has very little love for Alabamians, especially for Roddy's command.

I wrote to you the day we left Aberdeen by Dock Potts and told you that I was feeling badly. The next day I was right sick and the day following, but now am as well as usual but my eyes are inflamed and night sore caused by the hot sun and dust. I hope it may rain before we start again, for a ride of 200 miles in the heat and dust will be hard on me and besides the farmers here are suffering very much for rain and if it doesn't come soon, the crops will be light.

My darling, I wish I had you and the children here in Columbus with a huge meal bag full of money for the people here have felt no deprivations on account of the war. The fine carriages and finest horses I ever saw are thick all over the place, and the ladies and gentlemen are dressed just as fine as they can be. The Negroes even, one dressed finer than any of our N. Alabamians and much finer than my poor wife can afford. This is one of the wealthiest places I ever saw and the residences are on the finest and costiest order, with yards and everything corresponding. It makes me feel so poor, dear, to see all of this and then think of my poor, homeless dear ones. But then you are my darling, good wife and I am your darling, good husband, and if we have not the riches, the glittering things of this world, we have love, pure love, that is not inferior to any and can be just as happy as anybody. I know you are as good, prettier (in my sight), naturally as smart, and much sweeter (if you will allow the expression) than any of these women down here, and consequently, I have a treasure for my own and I ought to be happy- which I would be, if only had you forever in my arms. I didn't mean to write a love letter, dear, but it has been a long time since any expression of the kind came for me and I can't well help it.

We are getting plenty of bread and meal and roasting ears when we go after them, and there are plenty of fine watermelons in town from one to four dollars, but the boys are all out of money and I only have about $40, which wouldn't buy anything hardly here.

I am needing a pair of boots or shoes very much and don't see anyway in the world to get them. If you can send any word to Wm. Robinson, get him to have me made a No. 1 pair of boots of good pliant leather- broad bottoms and toes- for fall and winter, and I will agree to pay him gold if you will furnish the money. Probably you could get Mr. Goodloe or Uncle Nattie to work a pair out of old Perryson.

I saw a son of R. W. Smith's the other day. He said his father killed a Yankee at his house and then made up a company of bush whackers that operated in that country, and one night he slipped in home and someone betrayed him and the Yankees caught and killed him and destroyed a great deal of property for him. I am afraid I will never get a cent for those notes.

Smith also told me that Mike Landers was not dead and that he had a letter from him not long since. I am glad to hear this and hope he is living and doing good service.

Since Hood has taken Gen. Johnston's place, the telegraph say he has whipped the Yanks back through three lines of entrenchments, taken a good many prisoners, and 21 pieces of artillery. Peet saw in a paper this morning that Wheeler has taken Decatur. Suppose it must be Decatur, Ga.- a point that I thought the Yankees would never see. I yet think that the war will be over by winter. I was in low spirits last week on account of Sherman's close proximity to Atlanta but the good news from Va. has revived me again.

I saw Alf Persons a minute since. He had a letter from home saying that you and the children were down there and all well. This is some good news for me for I was fearful that the children would all be sick. They were looking so badly when I saw them last. I like to hear of your visiting for I know you enjoy a visit as much as anyone and your enjoyment and pleasure is mine, my dear wife.

In my last letter I wrote to you something about those two or three little pets of mine. Hope they are as nice as ever and expect to go into ecstasies over them when we meet again. You must take especial care of your dear self, darling Lizzie, and do not think too much of the trying time that is before you. It is natural and, therefore, right and we will not sorrow over it. Will we, dear? I think of you very often and wish that I could be with you forever but especially while you miss me more than at any other time. I can not anymore tell when we will meet again that you can. If not before the 1st of Jan., I will go anyhow by the middle of the month. Hope, however, to see you much earlier. Try and get Mamie interested in her book and teach her all you can without tasking yourself too much. I want to try and make smart girls of our little ones and feel that it will require some exertion on our part. Learn them good manners and be particular that they talk properly- not using bad words. Tell sister I could go after her bacon while here if the train was running to Cherokee. Give my love to Mother and all the family. Johnie is quite well. Write to me if you ever have half a chance. With many kisses and much love for you and the children. I am your own devoted husband

R. E. C.

Alf says Perryson has calf skins and that Mr. Goodloe can get leather from him.