the address had only included the name, company, and regiment, with Washington, D. C
., added, for everything was forwarded from that city to army headquarters, and thence distributed through the army.
But the average soldier wanted to make a sure thing of it, and so told the whole story.
The boxes sent were usually of good size, often either a shoe-case or a common soap-box, and were rarely if ever less than a peck in capacity.
As to the contents, I find on the back of an old envelope a partial list of such articles ordered at some period in the service.
I give them as they stand, to wit: “Round-headed nails” (for the heels of boots), “hatchet” (to cut kindlings, tent-poles, etc.), “pudding, turkey, pickles, onions, pepper, paper, envelopes, stockings, potatoes, chocolate, condensed milk, sugar, broma, butter, sauce, preservative” (for the boots). The quantity
of the articles to be sent was left to the discretion of thoughtful and affectionate parents.
In addition to the above, such a list was likely to contain an order for woollen shirts
, towels, a pair of boots made to order, some needles, thread, buttons, and yarn, in the line of dry goods
, and a boiled ham, tea, cheese, cake, preserve, etc., for edibles.
As would naturally be expected, articles for the repair and solace of the inner man received most consideration in making out such a list.
How often the wise calculations of the soldier were rudely dashed to earth by the army being ordered to move before the time when the box should arrive!
And how his mouth watered as he read over the invoice, which had already reached him by mail, describing with great minuteness of detail all the delicacies he had ordered, and many more that kind and loving hearts and thoughtful minds had put in. For the neighborhood generally was interested when it became known that a box was making up to send to a soldier, and each one must contribute some token of kindly remembrance, for the enjoyment of the far-away boy in