Headquarters, 3rd Brigade, 19 miles from Chattanooga, September 18, 1863.

My dear, once more I have an opportunity to write a few words.

We have continued to march since last I wrote, and are still laying here, ready at a moment's

notice for anything.

The rebels are in our front, and we may have to fight a battle.

If we do, it will be apt to be a big one.

Do not feel uneasy for me.

I am well and in good spirits, and trusting to my usual good luck.

I shall use all the caution and courage I am capable of, and leave the rest to take care

of itself.

The soldiers are in tolerable good condition.

Many of ours, however, have marched hard and had a rough time for the last two weeks,

and not to have a few days rest before fighting.

Our train is not with us, but I have one headquarters wagon with me, and get along well.

Old Rosie's headquarters are only a few miles from here.

I think if it is true that the rebels have not gone, that he will give them one of the

biggest whippings they ever had.

Thus far, Rosie's army has gained a tremendous victory by forcing Bragg to leave Chattanooga.

I can, of course, say nothing about the prospects of getting home, but as soon as this present

campaign is ended, I am certain of being able to come.

We have had such hard work marching over these mountains that we are entitled to some rest.

My love to the children.

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