July 16th 1863 [Thursday]. Gettysburg, Pa.,
My Dear:
I arrived at this place night before last, Tuesday night, about 10 o’clock, having come up the last 18 miles on the top of the cars in the rain.
I spent the day yesterday until twelve or one o’clock, hunting for the grave of our dear boy and succeeded in finding it out in a field not far from a farm house, a half mile, I suppose, from the spot where he fell. I learned from Lt. Boyce, one of his comrades, who is in the hospital wounded, and who says he saw him fall.
I shall have his body taken up this morning and embalmed and try and get it home. I should have gotten it up last evening, if I could have had a coffin ready, but I failed to get one.
I hope to get home on Saturday.
Yours affectionately, I. M. Fisher
Isaac Fisher to Mrs. Sarah Fisher
