This letter was written by William Henry Carle (1823-1883), the son of Frederick Carle (1777-1832) and Nellie Burhans (1784-1862). He married Sarah Matilda Roosa (1829-1869) in 1849. He was a private with the 15th Engineers during the Civil War and resided in Saugerties, New York.
Carle wrote the letter to his friend, Henry Disbrow Barto, Jr. (1824-1873), the son of Henry Disbrow Barto (1788-1857) and Prudence H. Jagger (1792-1825). Henry was a prominent businessman, lawyer, and bank president in Trumansburg, New York. He was an 1845 graduate of Hamilton College. He married Kate Thompson of Mount Morris, New York, in 1849.
Addressed to H. D. Barto, Jr., Mt. Morris, Livingston County, New York
Lincolnton, North Carolina
April 29th 1847
I received yours of 4th and was pleased to hear from you all but would like it if you had given me a longer letter but was pleased for what few words you wrote. As for me, I am in fine health and have enjoyed myself first rate since I left you all. I have been traveling pretty much all the time since I left Mt. Morris and have seen all kinds of monkey shines and have been in all kinds of company and have been traveling with the lawyers of this State. As you know, I am partial to lawyers. The courts and the mode of distributing law in this State is mighty different and the lawyers take circuits of six weeks around.
The inhabitants in this State are different from yours. Those that are of any account are great for titles — Colonel & Major — and the common people are not as particular as in our State — more intemperance and card playing, but not sharp in business. The Ladies are pretty fair. I think I have seen once since I left your place that goes ahead of your New Jersey Gal (but one). Adam call tell you a little of my travels as I gave him a small sketch of No. 6, Doct. Griffen. I don’t much think I shall get back until fall if I have good luck and if not, it is hard telling when I shall be back. Let me know when you expect to go to Trumansburgh and how you all get along and who gave Birnam $1,000 for the colts and tell Birnam if I had those colts here at North Carolina, I could take the whole state by storm. I shall write to your father in a few days. Give me a good long letter and tell me all that is going on for your know how good it is to hear from your old friends when you are in a strange land and amongst strangers.
I think I shall do well in business matters here and shall try it a little. Give my love to R. P. Wisner and wife and tell Mrs. Wisner that I am the same old Sixpence, and when you receive this, give me an old fashion family letter. I liked to forgot to describe the sheep of this county to you. They have two legs and their wool is short and they shear but a small fleece and of the Copper color. I have traveled in all shape since I saw you and lived in all wages and it is the dumid [?] country for fleas & ticks. It is enough to make a preacher break forth to put up with it. I have considerable of fun besides considerable curiosity in various shapes and you know it is difficult to write. But if I should see you again I think you would make your sides shake to hear me tell the scenes I have seen.
For instance, I went to hear a candidate for Congress speak the other day on the stump and he told his hearers if it had not been for the All Mighty and some of the common folks, he would have been the highest man in the Nation. This State is about one century behind New York and a man of function and a good proportion of Nitrogen & Oxygen combined with a little Locofoism could nock thunder out of the whole race and blot them out of existence so there would not be a grease spot left of the whole posse. Not even the Gold mines. That is quite a curiosity to go in a gold mine and see bushels of the filthy lucre in piles as big as a barrel. It makes such chaps as [paper torn]…. Esqrs. stick out so you can hang your hat on one corner. What say you to that? I don’t think of any more that will interest you. Only give me a good long epistle and that soon and you will oblige an old cripple and old friend.
Truly yours, — William H. Carle