The following letter was written by Conrad Dumond, Jr., the son of Johannes Conrad Dumond (1799-1877) and Jane Van Benschoten (1812-1839) of Kingston, Ulster county, New York. After his mother died, his father remarried to Silvia Warren. By the time of the 1860 US Census, Conrad was working as a farm laborer in Hurley, New York.

In August 1862, when he was 24 years old, he enlisted as a private in Co. A, 120th New York Infantry. When Conrad wrote this letter from Harewood Hospital in early May 1863, we learn he had suffered some type of injury that momentarily crippled him. His muster record confirms his absence from the regiment in April and May 1863 but yields no additional information. The following year, on 10 October, he was taken prisoner in action at James City, Virginia, and sent to Andersonville where he literally starved to death on 14 August 1864.
Conrad wrote the letter to his Uncle Phillip Dumond (1817-1892), a farmer of Hurley, Ulster county, New York. Phillip’s son, Edward Brown Dumond (b. 1843), also served with Conrad in the same company. Edward was wounded during the siege of Petersburg on 31 August 1864 and lost his left arm.
[Note: This letter is from the personal collection of Kyle A. Williams and was offered for transcription and publication on Spared & Shared by express consent.]
Transcription
Harewood Hospital
Sunday, May 3rd 1863
Dear Uncle,
It is with much pleasure I sit down to write you a few lines to let you know that I am well and hope these few lines will find you enjoying the same blessing. My toes are a gaining quite fast. I begin to hobble about on my heels with the canes.
I suppose you begin to think I have forgotten you. The reason I have not written, I have been a moving from one place to another. I are in the fourth hospital. I are now in the Harewood Hospital about a mile and a half from the village of Washington. It is a very nice place. I have good care taken of me and a plenty to eat. I have not been paid off yet. I have six months pay due now. I have not heard from Eddy in quite a while.
The news is the Army of the Potomac are a fighting. I would like to see you all very much. I wish I was there while I was lame. Tell grandfather I would like to see him very much and to have a smoke with him. I could tell him something about war if I was there but I live in hopes this time will soon come when I can come home and see peace again and to hear the sound of the church bell again and to be seated around the communing table again.
I must close by asking an interest in your prayers. Give my love to all my enquiring friends and keep a god share for yourself. Write as soon as you get this. So goodbye for this time. Hoping to hear from you soon.
From Conrad Dumond, Jr. to Philip Dumond
Direct your letters to Harewood Hospital, Barracks Number 2, Washington D. C.









