Forty thousand boxes of hard bread are stacked in one pile at the depot, and greater quantities of flour, pork, vinegar, and molasses, than I have ever seen before.
An Indiana newspaper reached camp to-day containing an obituary notice of a lieutenant of the Eighty-eighth Indiana.
It gives quite a lengthy biographical sketch of the deceased, and closes with a letter which purports to have been written on the battle-field by one Lieutenant John Thomas, in which Lieutenant Wildman, the subject of the sketch, is said to have been shot near Murfreesboro, and that his last words were: Bury me where I have fallen, and do not allow my body to be removed.
The letter is exceedingly complimentary to the said lamented young man, and affirms that he was the hero of heroes, noted for his reckless daring, and universally beloved.
The singular feature about this whole matter is that the letter was written by the lamented young officer himself to his own uncle.