Sept. 11, 1864
(A letter written to his sweetheart, Lottie Putnam, by Richard Adams 1842-1986. He was mustered into the Company D, Alabama Infantry Regiment. These letters are from the Compilation "Civil War Love Letter Quilts" by Rosemary Youngs.)
"You will see, my dear cousin, I am again on "Terra Firma", but still a prisoner and under very trying circumstances in sight of Charleston, the smoking and under the range of the "Rebel" guns, and of the steeples of the churches, in which there are so many "rebellious spirits" at this time, oh divine worship.
You see, I have not forgotten my duty and sweetest pleaure to write to you every Sunday, nor did I forget you while in all my fog at sea, for I wrote you a long letter. Then, we expected to be exchanged as soon as we reached this place, but for some reason not known to us, we are still prisondrs. I am still the hopeful and cheerful being you have always known. We may be here for some time, and we may be exchanged very soon. So, you must write just as soon as you receive this, for you kow what a great source of pleasure and comfort your sweet letters are to your prisoner cousin.
Tell my little friend, Birdie, she in all her innocnece and loveliness, was not for one moment forgotten, and as soon as I land in Dixie, it shall be my first duty to write to her and yourself. Her devoted admirer told me today he hopes soon to meet her in the sweet, sunny South. My trip from Fort Delaware, for the first, was much pleasanter than I expected, for I had cabin passage, but all the while we were laying off HiltonHead and Charleston. It was very disagreeable, but still I preferred being on the transport for as long as we were on it. There was a hope of an immediate exchange.
I was sorry I did remain long enough to receive the box you sent me, but willingly, I went and would leave everything and give out everything and you know what for an exchange, and that I pleaded as hard ,for one certain young lady would not believe I was in earnest, and really needed it. That is in my estimation for such a priceless gift, and I was such a happy prisoner in possessing it. I would not lose it for the world and all its riches. Tell Sis I wrote to her in one of my letters to you, while I was being rocked in the "cradle of the deep". She must write to me by fear of truce. Lt. Robinson promised to write and tell you all about me.
Devotedly, Richard Adams, Jr.