Dear Brother

Your very kind and interesting letter dated Dec. 26th was received a short time since, which I read and reread with feeling of much pleasure, and would have responded long since but I have been very busy for the last few days. Brother, as there is no news in camps worth relating I will not weary your patience with a long letter. There is a Lieutenant in the 38 Va. Regiment by the name of Ben Clement. I surpose he is a relation of ours, as I have been enformed by a number of the company, that his brother was kill about three years ago by Wicker, in a court house in Pittsylvania County, Va. If they are relations to of ours what is the extent of it, and also to Ma? As we are station near the enemy and are liable to be captured at any time, and if I should be so unfortunate as to fall into the hands of the enemy, I would be sent North. I would like to know Aunt Salli Sharp's Post office and the county, and Uncle William Lacy's.

Our pickets had a fight at Greenville, N. C. a few days ago. Our loss was eight (8) men. Yesterday every thing was in perfect confusion. It was reported that the enemy was advancing on Greenville with a large force. Our Brigade had orders to be ready to march at a moments warning. Genl Mead is concentrating the most of his forces to that point. We are expecting a fight at Wilmington. The weather is very cold here at present. The ground has been covered with snow for the last week. How does the wheat look and has Ma concluded to move?

Johnson County in this state held a convention instructing her delegates to secede from C. S. and go back to the union. I saw in the paper last night that congress has passed a law to take in all those who had substitutes by the 1st of February. I have herd a great many say that they would go to the enemy first. Have you herd from Brother yet? I am very anxious to hear. I hope he is not in the enemys hand. Hoping to hear from you soon, I will no bring my uninteresting letter to a close. Give my love to all, and write soon.

I remain your affectionate bro.

H. C. Hunt