© This work is the property of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. It may be used freely by individuals for research, teaching and personal use as long as this statement of availability is included in the text
The electronic edition is a part of the University of North Carolina
at Chapel Hill digital library, Documenting the American
South.
The text has been encoded using the recommendations for Level 5 of the TEI in Libraries Guidelines.
Originals are in the Southern Historical Collection, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill.
The John Wesley Halliburton Papers contain thirty-eight letters written by Halliburton to his second cousin and fiancée Juliet Halliburton of Little Rock, AR, between January 31, 1861, and May 13, 1861. The letters have been arranged in chronological order and the pages numbered 1 to 174. The page numbers are assumed not to be part of the original document and have been ignored.
Original grammar, punctuation, and spelling have been preserved.
DocSouth staff created a 600 dpi uncompressed TIFF file for each image. The TIFF images were then saved as JPEG images at 100 dpi for web access.
Page images can be viewed and compared in parallel with the text.
Any hyphens occurring in line breaks have been removed, and the trailing part of a word has been joined to the preceding line.
All quotation marks, em dashes and ampersand have been transcribed as entity references.
All double right and left quotation marks are encoded as ".
All single right and left quotation marks are encoded as '.
All em dashes are encoded as —.
Indentation in lines has not been preserved.
You must expect a very mixed letter tonight; for with what
political excitement has done for me, together with a little adventure of my
own invention I am in a humor for anything, and so anything either foolish or
wise (this by accident of course) may find a lodgment here. The shock of
states the war of eliments and clash of arms have failed to drive the love I
bear you one instant from my mind. I still look for your letter. I still long
to hear that you are well. I still love to hear that Cousie loves me. I have
one of the funniest adventures to tell you imaginable. One of my fellow
students, (a very simple fellow) who comes to see me every day and sometimes
sits an hour or two at night when I wish to write to you, came in last fryday
night and worried me to death almost. He talked of war, love, and politics; of
moonlight & flowers but in the dullest way in the most ignorant manner
possible. I told
Yelpin Kechor.B-i-r-d" and it was considered the most
enchanting sport in the world to catch them.
He asked if he could go with us. I told him if he would get another
bag and candle he could help me "hold bags." "How! do you take
them in Bags?" said he. "Yes", said I, "you take the candle
lighted and place it on a stump and hold the bag open close to it then while
the other hunters go round and beat the bushes you must be perfectly still or
else the birds wont come up tothelight where you can put them in your
bag." "I'll go" said he. "All aboard" said I. We
jumped in a hack and went out about 8 miles and stoped, jumped out, struck a
match, lit our candles and
O.C. we met him puffing
I received a letter from
all but penetration. I will "a tale unfold" some
day that will make you think me a "strange man." "Man" I
say for I was 21 years old last Saturday. Ain't you glad! In the mean time you
will please write to
Everybody here is talking about war. Many have gone to hunt it up.
"To seek the bubble reputation e'en
I made my maiden speech last Saturday on my birth day. A Secession
Flag was raised and two young ladies made a speech then our President and a few
other old men. A few boys were called on (students I mean) and then I was asked
to speak but declined as I was not in favor of Secession. They insisted and for
five minutes I told them how I loved
the Union, and then thinking of your piece of poetry at
I was taken up by some boys and rode around on their shoulders
— they carried me to the ladies who gave me a Boquett but it was a
secession boquett and could not sail under the "Star Spangled Banner"
fastened to my hat. One young man hissed me and was knocked down for his pains
by