Harrison Herbert Jeffords


Capt. Harrison H. Jeffords (standing) with unidentified young member of the 4th Michigan Infantry (Library of Congress)

These letters are extremely rare and historically valuable as very few letters are known to exist that were written by this author. Harrison Herbert Jeffords enlisted as 1st Lieutenant in the Fourth Michigan Infantry upon its organization and later commissioned as Captain of Co. C on May 1, 1862. His promotion to colonel of the regiment was back dated to November 26, 1862, though it was authorized in March of 1863.

Colonel Harrison Jeffords was mortally wounded in an attempt to retake his regiment’s captured flag in “the Wheatfield” at Gettysburg on July 2, 1863. He succumbed to those wounds at 4 am the next day.


Camp Seward
July 3, [1861]

Dear Friends,

We have just finished pitching our tents and the next thing is to write home that you may know how I am getting along in this, the capitol of the U. S.  When I wrote last, we were in Harrisburg, Pa., but left there last Monday at 6 o’clock for this place. Had a very pleasant ride down. Saw enough to make it interesting. As we came into the State of Maryland, we began to see the effects of Secession although the people along the road manifested a strong Union sentiment almost as much as in Michigan. Every bridge along the R. R. was guarded by soldiers and we passed over a works that showed the marks of their attempt to burn and quite  a number that had been entirely destroyed and rebuilt.

The boys watched eagerly from the windows of the train with guns loaded swearing they would shoot the first secessionist they saw but none showed themselves till we reached Baltimore where we dismounted from the cars and marched about a mile to the Depot. One of the secessionist come up to our Company with his arms full of stones saying we would catch hell, but it was well for for him the police arrested him before he threw it for no less than half dozen muskets and as many revolvers that were leveled at him would have made short work.

We took the cars again at dark and started for Washington. At the Relay House we had to stop some time during the night when the order came for every man to be ready at a moment’s notice as an attack upon the train was expected. I tried to keep the boys awake but they were not scared enough to keep so. Said they could wake up soon enough to whip any Rebel. We arrived safe at Washington about midnight. Have been quartered in the city till today — Wednesday — when we went to camp at this place about two miles from the city. It is a very pleasant place upon a high hill overlooking the city and the Potomac River. You can see the white tents of the enemy in every direction numbering 80 thousand which with a glass today I have have been looking at the lines of the enemy at Fairfax Court House and I hope we shall get a nearer view before many days.

I wish I could tell you all I have seen in the city but it would take a week. The Capitol [and] the Patent Office I have been to and through the White House. Have seen Lincoln and other things too numerous to mention. I will write more in the next. You must write and tell me all the news at home. Give my best wishes to all the friends.

I enjoy myself first rate. It does not seem warmer than it does in Michigan.

Yours &c., — H. H. Jeffords

This letter is published courtesy of the National Archives.


Fort Woodbury
Sept. 20, 1861

Dear Friends,

I have just received your letter and answer it “instante.” You must excuse if you find any difficulty in reading as my hand is not quite well from a thrust by a bayonet through the hand that I received in a small skirmish. Do not worry yourself now about it as it is almost well and will not bother me. I am just as well as ever. Never feel sick and I guess you would think so to see how “rations” disappear.

The whole regiment are in good spirit now. The boys have plenty of money and plenty to eat — the two great essentials in a soldier’s life.

We have completed the fort and dedicated it. I send you a sketch so you may see how we are situated and the prospect of “Secesh” driving us in to the river. Don’t let the papers fool you into the belief that Washington is in any danger. They will never attempt to take it, just mark that.


I wish you could come into our camp some night and hear the “music,” dancing, singing, prayer meetings, foot races, [and] music from 10 or 12 brass bands [all] within a short distance, while across the river the gleam of a thousand lights of Washington all help to make up a scene of fun and frolic that you — you good old home-fashioned folk, just the kind of “Home Guards” that you are — need never expect to witness. So for one night, the next, perhaps, you are five miles out on picket, flat on the ground listening, waiting, [and] watching through a hole in the pine or brush for Secesh, or if you lay down with your head on the roots of a tree or stump anxiously waiting for a shot in your locker. Go to sleep [and] just get dreamy — you are at home telling some wonderful story of your adventures to some wondering friends when “crack” goes a rifle which brings you to a perpendicular in “Double-Quick.” [Then you] go and investigate the cause of the alarm, [and] find some confounded coward has been looking at a handspike on a stump hill [and] he thinks he surely sees a “Secesh” [and is] ready to drop him. [Then you] creep back to your post (for we can’t walk around much — it ain’t safe) and have the same story reproduced. Sometimes with variation, that is a real genuine shot, perhaps a danger that makes you feel good and makes you finger the hilt of your sword and the handle of your revolver. O! it’s fun.

I went out the other day with about 70 men as pickets. I guess we fired 50 shots, they coming on us in the morning. They came within 40 rods of our outpost and set fire to a house. We drove them off and threw out skirmishers to cut off their retreat but their legs were too long. They made remarkable good time to the rear and so it goes. Enough of excitement to make everything pleasant.

We are often reviewed by McClellan, the President, and other big-boys. How would you like to see 10,000 men with as many bands of music marching in an open field? Cavalry, Artillery, Infantry, and all the paraphernalia of war dressed up in the best shoes blacked and buttons shining. It don’t make me sick as I remember it did once when I was six years old in Rush or General Granny [?]. Father will remember.

But now for business. Tomorrow I shall send $200.00 to you by express. I think you had better pay Booth what you can. We can soon pay that off and then I can raise enough to build a house when I come home. Soldiering pays rather well don’t you think so? I have received about $400 from Uncle Sam now and more coming. Give my watch to Kit if she wants it.

Yours &, — H. H. Jeffords

Write as soon as you get the money that I may know.


Miner’s Hill, Porter’s Division
October 12, [1861]

Dear Friends,

I received your letter the other day and found that you had received the money I sent all safe and think you disposed to good advantage. I would like to know if you have paid [H. B.] Muscott any. I hope you have as I promised him as soon as I could get it. And the Ypsilanti man I wrote you about the other day.

I am well and enjoying myself. You need not feel bad about our hard lot for we have everything necessary. “Uncle Sam” gives the soldiers all they can eat and more than they know what to do with. With clothes, more than they can carry.

Yesterday we received orders to strike tents again and moved about twelve miles to “Miner’s Hill” [paper torn]… to the front and right in the distance the “Blue Ridge” with its hazy state. I went this morning a short distance and climbed up to the top of a house and I think I never saw a finer sight. But over all war here spreads its desolation. The grain standing at [rest?] in the fields, the houses are nearly all deserted, and many entirely destroyed. Everything looks forsaken — everything but soldiers.

I had forgotten to tell you I commenced this letter yesterday but did not fill it out from the fact that the “long roll” called us all into line in a “double quick.” Rumor said large bodies of the enemy were approaching and for a short time things were lively. Two or three batteries dashed passed us and took up a position on our right, unlimbered, and everything indicated a fight but we were all doomed to disappointment for they did not come. I do not know what the plan of the campaign is but think [paper torn]… You will get a better idea [from the following] rough diagram.

Jeffords letter dated 10-12-1861 (c) 2

Jeffords’ Sketch: Potomac River at bottom, Alexandria at left, Chain Bridge at right


There is a perfect army of choppers in the front and as fast as they make a road, we move up all the time, fortifying behind us. The army is in prime condition and would make a good fight.

DePuy has turned rather poorly — so much so the Colonel is sorry he made the appointment. He was under arrest the other day for being drunk on “duty” but got discharged. I shall get the appointment before long. DeGolyer has arrived with his recruits and we have an addition of 10 in our company. I am.. [paper torn]…

I have forgotten about those brick matters. I told Wygant he should have good brick enough for the outside. Give him good ones if you have got them.

Write and tell me all the particulars and give my best wishes to all the friends. I would write to them all individually if I had time but am busy all the time. I wrote to Sile a long time ago but got no answer.

Yours in haste, — H. H. Jeffords

P. S. Thrig says that sword is at the old Post Office at the S_____. I send you my phiz. taken in camp the sun shone so hot it made me squint.


June 15, 1862

Dear Friends,

As it may be some days before I have an opportunity to date a letter from “Richmond,” I send you a few lines to [let you] know that I am still in a fighting condition. The regiment has just returned from picket duty at “New Bridge” where we have been for two days. I am some tired & you must not expect a very long letter. We have thrown pontoon bridges across the river & our pickets extend some half mile on the other side & as the enemy are in plain sight, we come rather near. Our outside posts are not over 20 rods apart & the boys have quite a sociable time with each other. Yesterday Sergt. Thrig went over to the post & exchanged a New York Herald for a Richmond paper & very often the boys stick their guns in the ground & meet each other half way for a little social talk. They won’t shoot at privates but are down on officers. We have to go through the lines every little while & in order to do so, have to take off our uniforms and shoulder a musket. It is much pleasanter picketing in this way. They prefer it & we agreed. I guess they find shouting is something two could play at. They wanted to know what regiment we were & Thrig told them the one that shipped them so badly at this place some time ago. “Oh, we know you — you are the 4th Michigan,” they answered & would not believe our loss was so small in the fight.

We found some 10 or 12 bodies that they did not find & were not buried. Their loss must have been very great. I heard this morning the drums beat for “reveille” in 15 different regiments & we could hear them work all night so I suppose when the right wing of the army crosses, there will be warm work. We have full confidence in McClellan & believe he will take us to Richmond. It seems to be his policy to do it with as little sacrifice of life as possible. The same means that drove them from Yorktown is being used here & will produce the same result. Picks & shovels are busy. “Gabions” and “Fascines” are being made and when we move, it will be with a certainty. It is rather aggravating though to have to lay here so near the heart of the Rebellion & not crush it at once.

We have reviewed a few days ago by Gen’l Prim, the great Spanish General — just from Mexico. He made a fine appearance with his staff & Spanish uniform. Gold lace and silver stars &c. I saw Dutch John, Sam Dixon &c. a few days ago. They are all well. How do you get along making brick & what is the prospect about sales? I sent you $200 some time ago by Express & have not heard from it. Write as soon as you get it & what was the best disposition you could make of it. I think I shall be able to save 100 dollars per month which will make a good sum when I come home. Write often & tell me all the news. My best wishes to all friends. I get along with the Color Company as well as I could ask. Yours &c. — H. H. Jeffords

Do not direct to Yorktown any more but Washington & Porter’s Division.

This letter is published courtesy of the National Archives.


Camp Piney
4 August 1862

Dear Friends,

Yesterday the Paymaster was here and I send a check of $100. I wish you would invest it so I could get it should I come home soon for should I get an appointment, I should need it for an outfit.

We received orders last night to have two days rations cooked & ready to march at a moments notice & while I write I hear heavy firing up the river. About one o’clock last Thursday the enemy shelled our camp from the other side of the river. A few struck in our camp but not much damage was done. We now hold both sides of the river. Everything is in fine condition now.

Did you receive my Capt. Commission? I sent it home for safe keeping. How do you get along with brick? Write all the particulars.

I must close as it is most time for [the] mail to go. Write as soon as you get this. Best wishes to all.

Yours in haste, — H. H. Jeffords

This letter is published courtesy of the National Archives.


Sharpsburg, Md.
October 19, [1862]

Dear Friends,

Today is Sunday and as we have nothing important to do I will write to you. Nothing of importance has occurred since I wrote last, except a reconnaissance in force about ten miles into Virginia. Our Brigade went crossing the river at Blackburn’s Ford, and a force in all of about 6,000. We were gone two days, [and] drove back all the force they sent against us consisting of cavalry and artillery. [We] took a number of prisoners and finally returned all safe. The first night it rained hard & we got thoroughly wet but slept sound notwithstanding. On the opposite side of the river is the town of Shephardstown. The people seem to be all Secesh. It is quite a place & we found a large number of wounded and sick Secesh. [And] outside the town a large space is filled with graves where they have buried their dead soldiers.

As we were returning, quite a number of ladies had assembled at the graveyard with beautiful bouquets and as we passed, would lay them on the graves of the dead Rebs, and then take them up and lay them down again as others passed, all to be seen and make us feel bad I suppose.

I have no information and do not know what the plan of the campaign is this fall. Preparations are on foot for some great movement & I think the late move across the river is the commencement. I hardly think they will fight us here, but will fall back towards Richmond.

We have not yet received our pay and will probably get four months pay at one time after next muster at the close of this month. I will then send you four hundred dollars to invest as you think to the best advantage. Lieut. McLain of Co. K has been promoted to the captaincy of that company. He is a good officer and the boys like him. Our new Chaplain preaches a good sermon today and it seems more like Sunday than it has for a long time.

Write often & expect to see me as soon as we go into winter quarters.

Yours &c., — H. H. Jeffords

This letter is published courtesy of the National Archives.


Miner’s Hill
Porter’s Div.
November 24 [1861]

Dear Friends,

You must excuse me for not sending the usual Friday letter. I have been waiting some time expecting every day to get our pay and have only received it the last week. I send you in this letter a draft on the “Bank of America” to the amount of one hundred dollars, $100. I shall not send more this time as I have to get a new pen, &c., &c. and have lent 50 dollars. The next pay day I will send $200 which with this will pay that Booth matter.

I am well as ever and enjoy myself just as well. We are all getting along finely. A[mbrose] J. Easton is arrived. Bailey started for home today.

I suppose you heard of of the review the other day. I wish you could have been there to have seen it. It was a grand sight. 70,000 men moving in every direction. 10,000 cavalry, &c., &c. McClellan rode past the line with his whole staff, Abe Lincoln, Seward, &c., &c. McClellan rode so fast on his splendid horse that old Abe could not hardly keep up with him and had a great deal of trouble with his plug “plug” hat. As he rode along, cheer after cheer went up from the thousands. Of course he [Lincoln] had to take his hat off and the fun was to see him get it on again with his high rate of speed until — getting desperate — he would give it a jam down over his eyes. I had to laugh till I cried. It was said that our Brigade made the best impression on the field.

Capt. Depuy is coming home next month and perhaps he will not come back again. I do not know whether we shall go into winter quarters here or not. There is some talk of going south but I do not know. If we do not and go into winter quarters here, perhaps I will come home on a furlough of 30 days — but can not tell.

I wish you would pay Bill Turner [?] from the money I send home. $2.46 that Depuy drew for him for his state pay and take a receipt. Do it right off. Write just as soon as you get the check of $100 that I may know. But it is time for Dress Parade and I must go. Best wishes to all.

Yours, — H. H. Jeffords

P. S. See about my book at Thomas Alexander’s.


Headquarters 4th Michigan Infantry
Camp near Falmouth
April 17, 1863

Dear Fiends,

I received Kids letter last night and tonight I answer it. We have not marched yet. Expected to some days ago and got all ready but it rained hard & was postponed. I do not think we shall go for some days.

I am well and enjoy myself hugely. I did have to make an explanation as to what made me stay beyond my time and that was all settled satisfactorily. I was not punished. Am in command of the regiment & intend to stay so. Everything is pleasant as I could ask or wish. Have everything my own way. Col. [George W.] Lombard is not going to resign & is very friendly to me. Feurnce is here and not dead with the small pox as reported — at least not to my knowledge. See him eat hard tack, you would not think so.

We are having reviews, reviews, &c. every few days now — the President, now Gen. Hooker, & again some Dutch general — I won’t try to write his name as I can’t pronounce it. That makes me think of a circumstance about [Major] John [Randolph]. Gen. Hooker & Scott were riding past when the soldiers all cheered & John took his hat off thinking they were cheering for him.

I have been drilling the regiment this afternoon & to show you how we do things, we formed a hollow square, fixed bayonets, and guarded against cavalry in just ten seconds. Who can beat that?

It seems by your letter you have not heard from me but once. I have written two or three times. Did you get the painted picture I sent you?

My regards to all the friends. Wish I had some of Ike’s “cider too.” Write when you are going to make brick ¹ and all the news.

Very respectfully, your obedient servant, — H. H. Jeffords, Col. Commanding 4th Michigan Infantry

¹ Colonel Harrison Jeffords had a brick farm operating back home just outside of Dexter, Michigan.

The following letter by Capt. H. H. Jeffords was published on 5 May 1863 in the Michigan State News.


trimmed-may-5th-1863-jeffords-articleHeadquarters 4th Reg. Mich. Vols.
Camp near Falmouth, Va.
24 April 1863

Dear Sir:

The campaign this season is, I believe, going to be a decisive one. The most complete preparations are being made, and the army was never in better condition. Perhaps there is not quite so much enthusiasm — not so much display and decorations, but the firm unflinching determination of the army, to succeed at whatever cost and sacrifice it may require, was never equaled.

I never yet heard a soldier, under any circumstances, wounded, sick, or discouraged, express a desire to compromise. Never heard of a peace proposition being advocated by them.

You find an expression of the sentiments the people of the North, asking and claiming their support; and the representation of their feelings towards those who are placing obstacles in the way of the Government, and thereby prolonging the war, is no exaggeration.

The legal profession is well represented here. I think a majority of the field officers are lawyers. Sometimes I meet members of our old Class, all retained on the same side.

I am now finely domesticated and endeavoring to sustain the former good reputation of the Regiment. Its present condition is everything I could wish, and I know that when the order is again given to move, (and it soon will be,) we shall not be left behind. No holiday soldier or Provost Guard duty for us, but long marches, hard fighting, and all the privations of a soldier’s life, will reduce our already thinned ranks, and leave hardly a fragment of Our Flag, now so tattered and torn as to leave nothing but silken rags, and a broken staff, with the motto “Defend it” pierced thro’ and through with the enemies bullets.

With kindest regards to the Professors, yourself and family, I remain very respectfully, — H. H. Jeffords


Headquarters 4th Michigan Infantry
Camp near Falmouth, Va.
May 7, 1863

Dear Friends,

I wrote you a note from the battlefield the other day to assure you of my safety and now that we have returned again to our old camp, I write a more detailed account of the occurrence of the last twelve days.

I wrote you at the time we had received marching orders. Well we marched with eight days ration on our backs. Nothing allowed in the baggage line except absolutely necessary and that mostly carried on pack mules. Three Corps — e.g., 5th, 11th, & 12th — went up the Rappahannock, crossed at Kelly’s Ford, and by forced march moved down upon the flank of the enemy at Fredericksburg, crossing the Rapidan without waiting for the pontoons, having just reached it before the enemy who were moving with heavy force to contend our passage. On again to a place known on the map as Chancellorsville, driving the enemy before us, and then halted for the other corps to come up. The next day, had a hard fight — that is, part of one division of our corps, while one division moved towards Fredericksburg on another road. Met the enemy on the other side of Mott’s Run in heavy force and behind strong entrenchments.

The 2nd division, having been severely handled by the enemy who attacked in heavy force. We returned, found the communication with the rest cut off with the enemy in heavy force on our right, left, and front. Everything seemed to look as though we were in for it.

The Gen’l commanding the division sent for our regiment and I was ordered to report to him with it. We were immediately sent forward as flankers and advance guard with instructions to push the Rebs & open communication with the left next to Rappahannock. We did it and after marching through woods and crossroads nearly all night with the enemy so near that you could hear them talk and give orders & often in sight, a line was established in the shape of a horseshoe, both flanks resting on the Rappahannock, including United States Ford between the two points where our flanks rested. Pontoons were thrown across and heavy reinforcements sent across and the next day the fighting commenced in earnest and continued for some four or five days and would have been a complete success had not the 11th Corps — formerly Sigel’s — failed to come to time as it should.

Sedgwick had crossed below at Fredericksburg and carried the heights nobly, moved up the river to Banks Ford three miles. Everything looked prosperous. Hooker’s stock was high. Everyone was jubilant. We had taken a large number of prisoners, artillery, ect. when during the night Sedgwick was driven across the river. And after waiting for them to attack us in position all day, re-crossed the river during the night and morning of 5th & 6th under cover of a heavy rain and returned through the mud deep as ever saw it in the balmiest days of Virginia mud to our old camp. Our regiment has been very fortunate during all of the engagements and I have escaped as usual unhurt. Four times during the battle our regiment had been taken from many others by the command of the Gen’l to perform some duty requiring the utmost skill and bravery & I am happy to state that every time they have done it to the entire satisfaction of the Generals and received their warmest thanks. I heard a Gen’l say today if there was a better regiment in the service, he wanted to see it and he knew there was not. We shall not stop here long as our orders are for eight days ration again and  ready to move at an hours notice. Regards to all. — H. H. Jeffords


Headquarters 4th Michigan Infantry
May 13, 1863

Dear Friends,

Although I have not heard from you in some time, I write a few lines this morning well as usual and all quiet on the Rappahannock. I see the papers say we have crossed the river. It is not so. It is pretty warm here. I have no news in particular. I think the paper exaggerates our last movement & think we weren’t injured more than we were. The Rebs suffered three times as much as we did. I wrote a long letter with particulars. Have you got it?


Rev. John Seage — “He fights or prays & don’t care which.” — Col. H.H. Jeffords  [photo courtesy of Steve Roberts]

I have just been presented with a most magnificent horse & equipments — all completed — worth $500 by the regiment. I wish you could see him. I intend to bring him home when “this cruel war is ended.” He was presented to me on dress parade. He is such a splendid fellow — the best horse in the corps. So you see I am all right & my good qualities are appreciated.

In my last letter I forgot to tell you about our chaplain. He fights or prays & don’t care which. During the last battle, someone was burying dead soldiers. The grave was too short for one & the man burying him, rather than dig the grave longer, was going to cut his legs off. The chaplain knocked him down & kicked often. He was down. Licked him handsomely.

I send some more photographs. Take good care of them. Write often.

— H. H. Jeffords


Headquarters 4th Michigan Infantry
Camp near Falmouth, Va.
May 24th 1863

“Little Puss”

I received a letter from mother a few days ago & now I propose to answer it all by writing to  you. I have just come in from hearing the chaplain preach & as today is Sunday, I presume you have been to church also. I think you would be amused to see our church. It is made of crotches set in the ground, poles across, and then cedar boughs to cover, with a pail to sit on or stand up just as you choose. How do you suppose we well when Sunday comes? I will tell you. We have a flag staff where during week days we fling out the stars & stripes. When Sunday arrives, the chaplain — who keeps the record — runs up a white flag with blue edging & an open bible & cross upon it. When we see this, we know it is Sunday.

Yesterday we come in from picket where we had been three days on duty & your Little Brother had command of the Brigade during that time.  I think you would hardly recognize said brother riding along at the head of more soldiers than you ever saw with that very beautiful horse that I wrote you the regiment had presented me with orderlies & aides to convey to any part of lines any order he might wish. I wish you could see my horse. He is such a beauty & by the way, to pay you off on that naming argument at home, I wish you would send me a name for him. I think some of calling his “Mack.”


Col. Jefford’s horse “Mack” — presented by the 4th Michigan Infantry to their colonel

Last night about 11 o’clock, just as I had got ready to go to bed & about half asleep, I was startled by what I first thought was a bomb shell exploding in my tent. Recovering a little, I found it was the band of the 24th Michigan that had come about five miles to serenade me. After playing some very fine pieces, I went out and invited them in, [and] provided refreshments consisting of cold ham, dried beef, pickles, champagne, whiskey, cigars, &c. &c., etc.  Then more music, then refreshments, & so on ad infinitum. The music was very fine & I felt very flattered by the compliment. So you see that a soldier’s life is not all hardships but a great planes of emotions.


The Maltese Cross Badge sent to Col. Jeffords by his sister.

I send you this little “Maltese Cross” which is the badge of the 5th Corps. You see it is said there are three divisions in a corps — No. 1st, 2nd, 3rd — & designated by Red, White, & Blue crosses in the above order. The soldiers wear them on their caps & when you see one, you know where he belongs. You may make one as nice as you please and send me although I have a very nice one that was given me here. I shan’t tell you who gave it. Bound the edges with blue silk & embroidered a 4 in the center with wreath around. Now I shall expect you to answer this long letter in a very nice manner & immediately correct. Then I can see how you get along in school I send you some papers with this letter & some picture to keep for me.

From your brother, — H. H. J.


The following documents pertain to Harrison Jeffords’ embalming and transportation home from the battlefield. Harrison’s father, Solomon Jeffords, attempted to recover his out-of-pocket expenses. The letters and documents that follow are presented here through the kindness of Jonathan Webb Diess.


Dexter, Michigan
August 20th 1863

Major Gen. Schenck
Dear Sir,

Allow me to trespass for a moment. On the eve of the 2d of July, Col. H. H. Jeffords, commanding 4th Michigan Infantry, was mortally wounded at Gettysburg and died the next morning. His body was taken by a citizen of the place to Hanover and there embalmed by an army surgeon who charged fifty dollars therefore (which was paid by the man having charge of the body, Mr. E. R. Snyder of Littleton). The body was then taken to Baltimore for transportation to his friends at this place. Mr. Snyder states that the Express Co. wanted to charge him forty-five dollars for forwarding the  body to this place — that he had an interview with you relative to it and that you had it expressed from there free of charge — and also that you informed him that the surgeon had no right to take the fifty dollars for embalming and that you would see about it and have it refunded.

I write to you to know whether these statements are correct, for the father of Col. Jeffords paid express charges on the body of his son amounting to fifty dollars, twenty-nine dollars charges of the Union Line from Baltimore to Cleveland to Dexter by Am. Express Line.

If there is any wrong in the transaction and it is in your power to right it, you will place the family of Col. Jeffords under great obligations to you for such action for they are very poor and need every dollar — especially in their great affliction. Please give the matter the earliest attention consistent with your official duties.

Address Solomon Jeffords, Dexter, Michigan or the writer at the same place.

Very respectfully your obedient servant, — H. B. Muscott, Post Master