Buntin Station, Tenn

April 18, 1863.

Friend Snyder: Again, after an interval of silence for the reason that I had nothing to write, I take the opportunity to inform you that the 119th Illinois is still in existence, and at the present time slightly above par, in consequence of having received pay up to the first of March.

There have been some changes in our company lately, consequent on the death of Captain Hollan. The 1st and 2d Lieutenants have each advanced one step in promotion, and the vacancy in commissioned officers has been filled by the election of Sergeant John Ware to be 2d Lieutenant.

The health of the company is very good at present, there being only seven men off duty on account of sickness, and none of those dangerously sick. The weather is very pleasant and spring far advanced. There is but little doing here except the usual guard duty. There are plenty of guerrillas in the surrounding country, and scouting parties occasionally bring in a few for "pets;" but as a general thing they are quite safe in any part of the country not occupied by our cavalry, as they are mounted, and infantry cannot effect anything against them, unless they happen to slip on them in the night or catch them napping.

From all the information we can procure, there is but little more doing anywhere in this region than we are doing here, and that is so little that we cannot perceive it.

Business in Company A is quite lively and constantly increasing. Our shoemaker, tailor, barber and watchmaker are permanent institutions, and largely patronized by the rest of the regiment. Besides these, we have a number of other tradesmen in different lines who do a more or less thriving business, according to their opportunities. All seem in good spirits and anticipate a great deal of fun when the men drafted to fill up the old regiments begin to arrive. Almost every one has some particular friend that he is anxious to see drafted and sent down here, where the light of his countenance can be seen and appreciated.

News from below does not indicate that anything more than the usual "waiting for something to turn up" is going on at Vicksburg. Constant skirmishing with Mosquitos is the order of the day, and the encounters are seldom bloodless. There are vast armies of aggravating insects in league with the Confederates, and their appetite for Northern blood is boundless. We look forward to the coming summer days with anxious expectancy, and already begin to appreciate the disadvantages of having as many ears to protect as hands to paw them with. We can soon sympathize with the sufferings of short-tailed animals in fly time, if our tribulations increase at the present rate.

We get but little news here — only an occasional letter and no papers. Your paper would be very acceptable, if we could get it regularly. All quiet on the Wolf.

H. R. H.