Camp Cotton, Texas 8/3/1916

Dear Em

 

Im not going to write very much this time, only to say that I got the post card of the West Pointers and I sent six very poor pictures of myself home this morning. I didn’t send them home for any feature effect for I never knew what it was to take one. But it shows that I am not getting any slimmer and surly I am not getting weaker. So much for the pictures. I want you to distribute the pictures aroung as you see fit, that is if they are good enough to be acceptable, and to tell the truth I don’t think so, but as I said before I am only sending them to show you the wonderful condition I am in. I feel good all the time, take a shower bath and change my under cloth every day, and change and wash the uniform every other day. I, (well as far as that goes we all do) wash every thing myself. I know you will say, gee there he goes again telling about the clothes I wash, but you can see by this that there is absolutly nothing interesting to write about, and I want to write a letter, fill it with something and send it on its long journey.

 

I am on interior gaurd today being both commander and sargeant of same. The lieutenant, who should be on the job as officer of such has been detailed to some other part of the camp and that leaves me to hold down both his and my own job. This gaurd is to protect the camp and prevent inlisted men from leaving or entering with out a pass. It is the softest job I’ve struck yet, for we eat in camp instead of grab and take, like what is done on outpost. But I will be back at Number 1 out gaurd tomorrow, and then I’ll appreciate the twenty four hour job I am on now even more.

 

Now I hope I have not disappointed you in not sending you a longer letter, and for not saying something in the short one I have written. Well never mind it wont be long before I will be telling you all about it. Ill be better able to sling the bull when I get home than I am now.

 

Samuel

 

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Camp Cotton & El Paso, Texas 8/2/1916

Dear Em.

 

I have been out here on this new post, from which I wrote and sent Lena’s letter, since yesterday, and therefore I have not received any mail since sending it. But I expect to find some waiting for me when we go back this noon. You see we leave camp at eleven thirty one day and get back at about twelve the next. That gives us twenty four hours in camp and twenty four on out post. I have just discovered some important information on this post that I hope will be to my credit.

 

Right near this post is a hut painted green, in which Madero, made his headquarters. Now just beyond this hut, there is a white hut which was visited this morning by a Mexican officer and his orderly, (By the way these two huts are in Mexico and are not more than tree hundred yards from my out post.) I also discovered that this house was guarded by four Mexicans between one oclock and up until the time of the Officer’s visit. Now this green hut that I mentioned is where Madero started the revolution against Diaz, and I think there is a plot being hatched now to form another faction. The hut is on a trail leading to Jauarez. It may not amount to any thing but I have to report it any way, and it will show the commanding officer that I am on the job in gaining this information.

 

Probably the next time I get a chance to write will be when I am out again at the tunnel, cross roads or the trestle bridge. I havent had five minutes liberty since reaching this camp, but I am going to make one grand stab at getting to town this after noon. Of coarse this will only put me back a half a day, for I’ll have a uniform, a set of under wear, socks and other things to clean. But we are never caught up in this game so I should worry. This isn’t saying I am going to get off, for four more recruits have just arrived and that will mean more work for (yours truly) but there is nothing like trying. The best of this life is, “Take what comes to you and say nothing.” You all know how hard it is for me to do this. Some times it seems as though I am the only guy in the whole camp, but the Good Book says “Every thing comes to him who waits.” Gee, but it seems that the end of the mouth never comes.

 

Please make it plain to all the Cousins and Aunts that have been so good as to write to me, that all the time I have latly isnt even mine, and that all I do steal, I cannot sacrifice for my letters home to You, Lena, & Pa. Give my regards to every one and tell them that Sam is the same and is going to remain so.

 

Yours Samuel.

 

P.S. I forgot to thank Lena for the stamp she sent, and they did come in handy for it took all I had left to send that small package. It seems too bad to waste this sheet of paper but the releif is expected any time now, when we go back for some eats. Let me say right now that as far as I am concerned, there is no kick from my side of the bed as far as the eats are concerned. But cut all jokes and bull out of it, I sure would like to sit down there with you now and eat a good square meal, which only Lena can put out, (to my liking) and listen (Say Em get me another glass of water will you, and let the water run awhile.

 

I thought I was going to cut this letter short, but here I am going a mile a minute. But who can help it. I think if I was much of a hand at writing you would get news in book form with plenty of illustrations. Well I’ll have to cut it right now and get ready to march back home. Tell me how Pa enjoyed himself, and a few words from that little trump Mary will be gladly accepted. I close now with all my thoughts centered at 297 B.H. St. Id like to send you a picture but it seems to be a forgotten art in this part of this U.S.

 

Sam

 

 

Dear Em.

 

Well here I am in the big town, and say what do you think of the ink. I guess the old pencil is the best after all what? I just got a hair cut and shave and also my picture taken. I might just as well add that I got ahold of a bum pen too. I am writing this in the Post Office, where I bought 24 one cent stamps, and 25 of these post cards. I just sent you a letter this morning, but I thought I would send this to let you know of my good luck in getting a pass and that I am not feeling any worse for it. I will send pictures soon. I am getting to think this is the life.

 

Sam

 

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Camp Cotton, Texas 8/1/1916

Dear Lena,

 

It is just as you said in your last letter, no news, that is from this end. But even an envelope from that end is news indeed. Right here I want to say that there is one habit I havent got over and I guess I never will. That is trying to write with a lot of talking going on. Do you know that I am driven almost crazy, when I am trying to collect a bunch of words into a letter. Right now I could hit about five of these guys, and would I guess if it were not for the fact that if they knew I had this weakness, they would never let me write one word. So I sit here and scribble away, and it’s a wonder that there are not some words in them that I don’t intend to go in, as it is I use the rubber not a little.

 

This is some writing paper that one of the boy’s mother sent him and I think it is pretty classy for the life we are living. Yes Em told me that Pa was going to N.Y. but it seems only yesterday that he left. You said it when you mentioned the candy being stuck on itself, but it didn’t take long for us to get stuck on the candy. You speak of the weather being tough up there, and I am sorry that it is so much harder to get used to it in Boston than it is down here for I really mean it when I say, that although it is warmer here, it is so dry that you dont mind it unless you are working or hiking. Then again I will say that it is hard to breath easy if we hike any distance especially up and down the hills. This is the next thing we have got to get used to, and, by the way I am getting aclimated, it wont be long before Ill really like this climate, (but never the country).

 

You say that you havent seen but very little sun for at least two weeks, and I am going to shoot right back, that we havent seen but two showers since we struck here, and then only about one half hour duration. And you spoke about boiling water. Well Im going to say that as soon as we get through eating, the food that is left on our mess pans is dried on to the extent that you would accually think that the pans, knives, forks and spoons were stuck in an oven and baked. Any thing made of metal, that is left in the sun even three or four minutes can hardly be handled, it would be so hot. Where we are now there are a few (very few, but they are like a diamond in a coal bin) trees. And say Lena you couldnt find a more pleasanter place in the world for (comfort.) But if you should get just out in the sun, you wouldnt feel, or think there was ever such a thing as a breeze.

 

I am glad that your hunt in search of a house for Mollie has ended. It is like this post I have charge of today. Here we are out here for twenty four hours and there isn’t a match in the bunch. We will have to wait for the visiting patrol before we can have a smoke, unless some one of us gets a little Indian stuff and makes fire with out one.

 

Now I got Em wrong when she said that she went over to Henry’s and he didnt come out. But by your letter I find that she went over to get the picture and the pictures didnt come out. (Excuse me Em. Yes and Henry too) But I am still waiting for that letter and that picture.

 

Give my regards to Madge and the rest of that family, and I bet if Madge was in a climate like this she would be all better in no time. Tell John he couldnt have been any more pleased with my letter, than I was with his. As for Mary, I guess Ill have to write her a letter. Thank you for fixing my clothes. I can imagine how disagreeable it must be there in this hot weather with fresh paint in the house, and I know you cant stand it, so for Heavens sake get out of it. I hope you can dig something interesting out of this. I am fine.

 

Sam

 

P.S. I sent a small package with two souviners in it. Please state whether or not you have received it.

 

Dear Lena.

Here is a poem that just suited this place the first week I landed, but now I am beginning to change my mind in the opposite direction. Gee but the nights are fine here and rain is a thing of the unknown.

Sam

 

 

 

 

Poem printed on the front of postcard

HELL IN TEXAS
The Devil in hell we’re told was chained,
And a thousand years he there remained.
He neither complained nor did he groan,
But determined to start a hell of his own.

Where he could torment the souls of men
Without being chained in a prison pen.
So he asked the Lord if he had on hand
Anything left when he made this land.

The Lord said, “Yes, I had plenty on hand,
But I left it down on the Rio Grande;
The fact is, “old boy,” the stuff is so poor,
I don’t think you can use it in hell any more.”

But the Devil went down to look at the truck,
And said if he took it as a gift he was stuck,
For after examining it carefully and well,
He concluded the place was too dry for a hell.

So in order to get it off His hand
The Lord promised the Devil to water the land,
For he had some water, or rather some dregs,
A regular cathartic and smelled like bad eggs.

Hence the trade was closed, the deed was given,
And the Lord went back to his home in Heaven;
The Devil said to himself, “I have all that is needed
To make a good hell,” and hence he succeeded.

He began by putting thorns all over the trees,
And mixed up the sand with millions of fleas;
He scattered tarantulas along the roads,
Put thorns on cactus, and horns on the toads.

He lengthened the horns of the Texas steers,
And put an addition to the rabbits’ ears;
He put a little devil in the broncho steed,
And poisoned the feet of the centipede.

The rattlesnake bites you, the scorpion stings,
The mosquito delights you with his buzzing wings;
The sand-burs prevail, and so do the ants,
And those who sit down need half-soles on their pants.

The Devil then said that throughout the land
He’d arrange to keep up the Devil’s own brand,
And all should be Mavericks unless they bore
Marks or scratches, of bites and thorns by the score.

The heat in the summer is one hundred and ten,
Too hot for the Devil and too hot for men;
The wild boar roams through the black chaparral;
‘Tis a hell of a place that he has for a hell.

By the Author of “Texas A Paradise”

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From the Boss, Boston Mass. 7/31/1916

Dear Sam:

 

Many thanks for your letter of the 13th. It has been my intention to answer a long while ago, but I have been very busy. I intend to go away for a few day’s vacation tomorrow night, and I want to clean up my personal correspondence before I go, which, while it does not seem very complimentary, I am afraid is the reason I am answering even as early as I am.

 

Am sorry you fellows are not seeing more action, that is, providing you want to see it. In a way, I think it is just as well perhaps that it is ending up the way it is. I am still not so sure that it is all ended, for I cannot imagine a country that has as little respect for its own Government as Mexico seems to have settling down peaceably of itself. In my opinion there are sure to be other outbreaks and there will be one outbreak serious enough to compel some action on the part of this country more drastic than any already taken.

 

There is a great deal in our newspapers on the doings of the Massachusetts Militia on the Border, and from all we can see, you fellows are pretty well taken care of, at least, as well as can be expected under the circumstances.

 

It occurred to me to tell you before you left that if there was anything you wanted me to send down to you, not to be backward in asking for it, as I shall be very pleased to send down some little necessities or luxuries that you might not be able to get hold of yourself. If so, do not be at all afraid to write me for anything that you may want.

 

I showed your letter to the boys throughout the store and without a doubt a number of them are writing you. I hope they will, as I can understand that letters would be nice to get, especially from your old friends, situated as you are.

 

I hope you will be good enough to drop me a line once in a while and I shall write you again as soon as I get back.

 

With kindest regards and best wishes,

Yours very sincerely,

H.T. Melbye

 

 

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From Em, Charlestown Mass. 7/31/1916

Dear Sam.

 

Well I got 2 letters today and Pa got a post card. It is awful hot hear today. I never mind the heat till I get home because it is so cool in the shop. Every body is fine and Mary is over with us again. Molly is going to move tomorrow. I am glad you had a little change of senery. Seeing the country down there is something you will never forget.

 

I got your little souvernier and will always keep it. Madge is about the same. What she needs is a good long rest and I don’t think she will ever get well unless she gets one. She trys to do too much. I am sitting in the window while writing this watching the sights and believe me there is some sights going by.

 

There was a big forest fire in Canada and it made yesterday and today 2 yellow days. Everything you looked at was yellow. Napolean is just the same and still does the errands for his mother. Speaking of Maine I wish I was on my way down there now. Those were the happy days.

 

You are having your vacation now and are enjoying yourself play soldier. Well play the game good and come home soon. Pa just got home from a trip to Provincetown so I must get him something to eat. Wishing this finds you well I must close.

 

With Love from all

Em.

 

 

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Rio Grande, El Paso & Southwestern R.R. Tunnel, 7/30/1916

Dear Em.

 

I have just received your letter and although I have just sent each of you a postal I am going to sneek a few minutes and answer a few question. You know this is the land of the (Manyanna) or tomorrow and if you let any thing go over for a minute, even, you are bound to keep putting it off. So you see I am going to keep up with you and go one better if possible. Now Em don’t go to work and send a lot of candy that will cost more for postage than twice what the candy is worth. Don’t get me wrong on this now, but you see it costs so much for the sending of it that it hardly pays. I am dissappointed myself to hear that our Henry went back on you like that, but never mind Em, you know I am very queer my self some times. Just tell him that I really want a picture of him, for he used to be good in taking me around with him to different places when I was a kid.

 

You bet I am looking forward to the time when I will wear those clothes and I am glad you mentioned the fact that Lena has taken care of them. I’ll wear them out, looking at them I guess. We wear these clothes out washing them (All in the game you know.) I wish I could tell you how long it will be before we get home but I can tell you when it is said we will return. There is a lot of talk, that we will parade Oct. 12th in Boston. It may be sooner than that but, lets not kid ourselves will we Em. I bet you dread my pestering and teasing when I get home there. We’ll have a great boxing bout if you will promise before hand not to make me laugh too hard. As for washing clothes, that’s got to be part of the manual of arms now. They may have an event and give prizes, at the Armory, if so I’ll bet right now that I won’t be last, what do you say.

 

Say Pa is some sport what, and I sure do hope he has a pleasant and interesting trip. If he sees the West Pointers it will be as good as half the whole vacation for they are the finest type of physical development in the country. The papers sertainly told the truth when they spoke of our going on out post and patrol duty and I will say right here that paper notoriety is left intirly to the Ninth. We got some towels last week and I suppose it is the result of just such concert as you mentioned. I hope they get a lot of money, for you know we can always use that.

 

The woman who owns the house in which Mollie is to live, didn’t change her mind any for Mary is a doll, not a child. I sent her a postal the other day, in care of Lena for I didn’t know but what she had moved. I also sent one to the Higgin’s and I guess they have both been received by this time.

 

It is great fun roaming in among the hills here, doing patrol duty, and really I never knew that I was so sure, yet light on my feet. We were given a can of tobacco and a plug of chewing yesterday, the first hand out since leaving Kansas City. I guess you notice that these letters are simply filled with the same kind of stuff every day, but I know you realize that news is very scarce in this part of the country, and also that a soldiers life is one tiresome thing followed by the very same tiresome thing one day after the other day. But then if it was not, every body would be a soldier.

 

Just up the rail road there is a house where we get our water from which flies “Old Glory”, and as I looked up and saw it just now, it reminded me of the letter in which you said that Lena was going to keep our stars and stripes in the breezes until the boys come marching home.

 

Samuel.

 

 

Dear Em.

 

Although this is sunday, its the same old slogan “No rest for the weary.” Up this morning at five and out on the tunnel again at twelve. In the mean time, I washed all of my clothes that I used since yesterday, which was, a suit of underwear, two pair of socks pair of breaches, pair of leggings, dish (the same one I took from 297) and bathe towel my bed cot. No sooner had I completed this than we had to stand inspection of every thing in our possession. Then I was handed a slip of paper with a list of 14 privates 2 corporals, draw rations and beat it. We havent got time to get lazy or sick here . I am tip top.

 

Sam

 

P.S. –I havent the time or material with me to write a letter. We had a N.E. boiled dinner today. I wonder how the table looks at home. Give my regards to Emma, and the Studleys. Is the pan under the ice chest emptied. Hope Pa enjoys his trip to N.Y. Give Mary my love. How are you all. I am glad to hear from Henry ever time you write.

 

 

Dear Lena,

 

I just sent Em’s postal in but I am going to write this in hopes that the next visiting patrol that comes around will get this back in time to catch todays mail, so that the both of them will make a small letter. I am saving all the mail I am receiving and I hope to send it all home when we get back to Camp Cotton or what we call home. We just had a little target practice up in the hills and I hit a peice of grass, at about five hundred yards the first time I tried it and a telephone poll with pistol at about one thousand yards three times out of four. You see we can’t use all the amunition we want to, for we are only issued 210 rounds per man and at inspection, if we cannot account for any that is missing we have to pay 2 ½ cents apeice for them besides a dose of 11/55 Texas. (get it) Gee but it would be great to have a little brush with some Mexicans but no such luck. (Part of the game) You would think we were pack mules if you could see us loaded down with amunition climbing the mountains. I got Berts card. How is the gas stove. I bet I could lift and put that piano any where you want it. How many brooms have you worn out? Oh for a strawberry short cake and one of your puddings. I suppose you havent used one yeast up yet well when I get home buy a ton of it, Im getting to like bread again. I bet Ive used 20 cakes of soap. As this is all I can think of I guess Ill stop.

 

Sam

 

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Rio Grande, El Paso & Southwestern R.R. Tunnel, 7/29/1916

Dear Em.

 

Say this was sertainly Santa Claus day and he was the mail man, for I got six postal cards and a letter from Anna and Aunt Molly. You see now I have some job answering all these, but I welcome it. Now really, all the time we have is one afternoon and night every two days and then some times we do not get that afternoon. We sure do feel like sleeping the whole night, and any part of the day we have off is well use in cleaning up, washing under clothes, legging, pants and o.d. shirt besides hankercheif and other little things. We take a shower and change and wash our clothes every day when we get a chance. I am sorry I cant write a letter but I trust you will realize my position.

 

S.E.A.

 

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Rio Grande, El Paso & Southwestern R.R. Tunnel, 7/28/1916

Train Station, El Paso Texas

Dear Dad,

Never felt better in my life. Hope you are all well. I’d like to see Bill’s son but we are all pretty well separated now. Hope to be home soon a healthier stronger and better man

Sam

 

Dear Em.

 

Well here we are gaurding this tunnel from being blown up and any smuggling of ammunition and supplies. We wasn’t here ten minutes before we pulled a Spick (this is what they call a Mexican down this way,) off a freight train and I had him sent back. He was pretty sore and showed it to the extent that I kept my hand on my revolver for any quick work should it be nessesary. But every thing turned out all right so it’s a thing of yesterday now.

 

We broke camp this morning at half past five and were on our way at seven, using motor trucks for transportation. It is about six or seven miles from here to Camp Cotton and this detatchment of which I have charge is about one and one half miles from where the rest of the company, or our base is. Say Em, you can look back and remember when we used to go to Maine on our vacation, and how much more pleasanter than the hot, stifling streets of the city, was the cool, vast fields of Manchester. Well I have experienced that in less than two hours to day, for where we are camped now, (that is, our base) although there is not much grass or many trees, it is a paridise in comparison to Camp Cotton. I guess as I sit here, (with nothing to do but see that ten privates and a corporal are on the job) I will try to make clear to you, how we are here and the rest of the regiment is elsewhere.

 

There are two companies left behind to do gaurd duty, and I guess it will take one company alone to gaurd the prisoners, for there are quite a few and the most of them are bad ones, for instance one of them beat an officer very badly besides other charges that are against him. As I said in my last letter, Co. L & Co. K are here to gaurd the cement works and all railroads leading out of El Paso, going Northwest. Co. M is going quite a distance on the border, and the other companies are distributed at different important stations. We, (the regiment) are releaving the Fifth who have been here for the last fifteen days, and they said that we were lucky in being picked for this place. They were all dreading to go back to camp Cotton, and to tell the truth I am sorry for them too. But then we will be back there when we have done fifteen days here, then it will be sour grapes again, (all in the game.).

 

Well we drove up to the camp site, and no sooner got out of the trucks than Searg. Smith an I were told to each pick a corporal and ten privates and report with them imediately which we did. Then the old outpost comander, whose duty it is to show new detachments there positions and explain to them their duties started to lead us to where I am now indevoring to make myself under stood in writing (how is that some lingo what?) Gee but it was some hike over here from camp. We had to carry every thing we are to use for our stay here and I found out right away that we are not seasoned soldiers yet. The load we carried included, (private; half of shelter tent, one pole, five pins, a ponchow (or rubber coat), a blanket, pair of breaches, four pair of socks, extra pair of shoes, three suits of underwear, two bathe towels, pair of over alls, and extra o.d. shirts, comb, tooth brush and powder, soak. This is all in the roll. On the belt we are carrying ninty rounds of ammunition, bayonet, a brush knife, shovel or axe, wire cutters, canteen of water. This is what a private is carrying. I am carrying just the same only I carry a revolver with sixty rounds of bullets for it, besides the rifle and ammunition to go with that.

 

Now what I am getting at is the short, last oh such a hard hike to get here with all this truck on us. First you have to climb an awful steep incline to get to a trestle bridge that spanse the Rio Grande. Then all we have to walk on is a narrow board about one and one half feet wide. Then its walk along the r.r. tracks for about another half mile, and say dosen’t the sun beat down on these road beds. Then we hit across the side of a mountain, on which a misstep will not plunge you to sure death, but you’d never come out of it with out being hurt. After plowing across this hard trail for about a half mile we hit this road, which is all right, (why?) well because it was the end of this, burdensome hike. Well we got here and here we stay until July 26, at ten oclock, when we will be releaved by the other company, Co. L.

 

When I started this letter, we had just got over (a mess,) dinner. Before leaving Camp Cotton we were issued rations enough for two meals and they have got to do us for three. It consists of one can of beans a can of corned willie, also four hard tack per man for three meals. It’s a good thing there is a place about a quarter of a mile up the road where they give us water. We built a fire just out side of the tunnel and warmed up three cans of beans and three of willie and divided them amongst all the eleven of us, and it went down good beleive me. I wish I had a camera and I would bring home the prettiest picture that you ever saw in your life. It is a view that could be taken from a point that is reached on climbing a hill just side of the tunnel. This tunnel is about ¼ of a mile long. The corporal and three men are posted at one end, and yours truly with six men is posted at the other. You see I have some body gaurd. My orders are to use my own horse sense, and keep the men from causing any more hardship on train men than is nessessary.

 

The Ninth Reg. is getting to be the jok of the Brigade. One instance. At last nights intertainment that the Eighth held there was a boxing bout going on. It was a tame affair, both hugging each other like lovers. Well you know the joking and joshing that is bound to go on at this kind of an affair. Some one from the crowd hollered shoot him, and them some one else yelled “Put him up in front of the Ninth.” Every body got wise right away and had a great laugh. The fellow that said it ment that any body that gets in front of a Ninth man is taking an awfull chance for he is liable to be taken for a Mex. and bloie.

 

We are all in side the tunnel out of the sun, and every time a train comes every body jumps and runs for the opening, for ten minutes after a train goes through, it is sufocating. I hope you will accept that cheap souviner I sent you in my last, realizing that it was the only thing I could get just now. It is some thing any way, but it isnt the last. Give my regards to every body and tell the Higginses that I am very glad to receive so many letters from them. Writing on a R.R. tie is no easy job but its done so I will close.

 

Loving Sam.

 

P.S. Just to show you how thick I am I thought that the other page was the last one. And say I never noticed what page I was starting on. I just read over the whole thing and I guess you will have to if you want to read it in English. It’s a case of one page forward, two back. It is like a modern dance and probably about as easy to understand. Well so long. How is the machine. How is Pa. How is Henry. How is Mary. How is Bert. How is Lena. How is the Hollands. How are you?

 

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From Em, Charlestown Mass. 7/27/1916

Dear Sammy.

 

Your letter recieved and I’m glad your feeling good. Uncle Al is coming tomorrow to take Pa to Lawrence to see Mr. Snell a cousin of theirs. Pa goes back to work Aug. 1. Lena sent you some stamps and mailed her letter before yours was recieved telling us not to send any more but I guess you can use them. We like to send them because sometimes some other fellow might need them and you could give them to them. Some fellow might want to write a letter home but not have a stamp and I would be glad to know that you and I helped him out. For instance. A girl in the shop goes with a fellow who is down there and his mother hasn’t heard from him since he left and I told her that maybe he has no money or stamps. She is worrying now because she knows that I hear from you most every day. So if a fellow wants a stamp give it to him.

 

Have you seen Jimmie Coyne yet? I think John wrote to you telling you he was in Co. H. of the Fifth. I think he must be crazy because he wrote home and told his mother not to believe the papers because he could go anywhere he wanted to at anytime and do anything he wanted to. Can you imagine that Bull.

 

You told me in one of your letters that the Non Comps had some pictures taken and I’m still waiting for them. Say will you tell me if there is any fellows down there who did not take the Federal Oath as I had an argument in the shop. There was a piece in the paper that 600 men who didn’t take the oath have to return to Framingham and these 2 who are against me in the argument say they are at the border and I say that they must be in their homes. The paper didn’t say where they were but only that they must return to Framingham.

 

As for the City of Somerville I think is all graft. I didn’t hear or see about any one getting any help as yet. They had fire works and charged admission and I saw them selling ice cream Tue. night but I fail to see where any one got any thing from it. They ask for money to buy underwear and goodies etc for you fellows and as you say you don’t nead it what is the money for? I fail to see where the families are getting it. Its all Graft I think.

 

Bill who works with Pa got a Texas newspaper from his son and I would like you to send Pa one as I know he would enjoy reading it. As I wrote to you yesterday and Lena wrote today there is not much news. I will ans. your letters all right and send mail every day but some of it will be postcard as I don’t have as much news as you.

 

Everyone is well and Pa is still enjoying his vacation. Lena and I have been alone since Mon. and the house is very quite. You say you like ice cream and as long as you don’t want paper and stamps I will have to send you a gallon of ice cream and a bottle of ginger ale. Hoping this finds you well I will close

 

With Love from all

Jane Smiley.

 

P.S. If you see Jimmie Coyne and he starts to throw the Bull just show him where he gets off. Get me. Em.

 

 

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Somewhere Along the Rio Grande, 7/27/1916

Dear Em.

 

Now I will explain about some of the trash I hustled together in my last letter, which I didn’t mail until I got back today, and which I wrote while on post.

 

You see the Fifth Regiment, which is doing great work here, have been patrolling all along the border in this vicinity for the last fifteen days. This means, that they broke their camp at Camp Cotton and each company was detailed to a sertain place to releave the regulars, who have been doing this since the trouble with Mexico started. Now we are doing nothing more than releaving the Dandy Fifth. Now this camp where we are now is just (Gee I get a lot of nouns in my letters don’t I? the same as the Camp at Cotton only each company is separated anywhere from a mile to twenty miles, and we have a great deal more work than at Cotton. For instance Co. M is about seventy miles from us. Company L from Laurence is here with us for there are a lot of railroads and bridges at this point, which, by the way is a cement factory, and a big one too. Well picture two lines of tents, one for each company, in a small strip of land between the Rio Grande river and the main road to El Paso.

 

A view of Smeltertown, El Paso Texas

 

From where we are we can count two very high trestle R.R. bridges and four other railroads that run along side of the river and are finally lost winding off through great gourges. I think I explained our experience in crossing one of these bridges to get to our post. Just below us on the banks of this brown muddy stream is a settlement of Mexican and say, the rottenest family that lives in the North or West end of Boston live like kings in comparison to these poor people of Mexico. The most of the Mexican families that I have seen, live in what is called dobe huts, a substains that is made from the soil here mixed with water into block about one foot square and about four or five inches thick. Of coarse they use a little straw to make it hang together. These are placed flat one above the other, and a hole is left for a window, a hole in the roof to let smoke out, and a place in the middle for a door. I haven’t seen one yet that was more than the size of the kitchen in which you are reading this letter (some guess what.) and they are never more than one storey high. In this room for that is all the most of them consist of, they cook eat, bathe, sleep, and I have seen pigs and chickens being fead. Now this is the average mood of living of a Mexican family. But, oh this settlement here is terrible. We are not allowed to talk with them, and to go near any of the dwellings, unless so ordered, by an officer, in line of duty is a military offence. It is said that ninty percent of the population of this dump has tuphus, a desease most dreaded by an army. We are forbidden to drink any water whatsoever unless it is brought to the kitchen twice a day.

 

I looked into one of these holes and in one corner there was an old woman all bent over, looking at, I dont know what, a girl about seven years old was playing with a baby on the floor, and there must have been two feet of empy cans, old clothes, paper, and filth thrown up in one corner, the children rolling around in some other dirt, that I guess hadn’t happened to blow up into the corner where so much had been collected. You would hardly beleive this but it is only what Ive seen. Some of the other fellows have more wierd stories of which I will not relate.

 

From this camp, one of the two companies are sent out in different directions, in small detachments and are stationed, some place, (like I was yesterday about one and one half miles from camp, others are farther. One company does this one day, the other doing it the next. When we leave it is to stay for twenty four hours, and are given rations for three meals. A fire is built on which we cook our bacon potatoes, warm our beans and corned willie, and make coffee. This cooking buisiness sure does make a fellow hungry, and we eat more while doing this duty than we do in camp but it seems we don’t get half as much. (Part of the game.)

 

It is very strict here as far as getting out is concerned although I could get off all I want to if I want to, that is on the day that we are not on duty. I just went to the gate with three of the fellows to get them by for no man can leave his company street with out a sergeant or corporal being with him. We have shower bathes here and an electric light for each tent. (Some class I tell you) We also have a mess hall, which is a square shack put up with benches and long tables on which we can eat out of the sun and flies, it being all screened in. Some better than Camp Cotton beleive me. We are getting an awful sand storm even here, but say if we were in Camp Cotton the air would be as dense with sand as a heavy fog.

 

I have read many stories of this country, and places like it but you can’t get the full benifit of any book the way you can if you climb one of these small mountains and gaze off over a valley of the Rio Grande and low rising hills running up from it and in the distance still larger and larger mountains. I ran across some cactus bushes yesterday and I cut up one of them with the idea of carrying it back to show the rest of the fellows but the fellows on the post with me tried to get some water out of it and spoiled it. I expect to get another one soon for I am a great one to roam around in the vallies and hills. I have the excuse that I am observing my surroundings if the officers of the out gaurds should visit our out post, and ask for me. Well Ill write again as soon as I find time. Hoping you are all well I remain

 

Sam.

 

P.S. How is every body? I am tip top.

 

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