So, hearing of the awful casualties at Gettysburg, Philander fled to Nevada, away from the coming draft, and to a better wage.

It was a cold winter in Illinois, and Margaret found herself faced with sole responsibility for the family and the farm.

When the horse went lame and the best pig ran away, she shared her distress with her husband, as she always had, but now it was by mail--in long, carefully scripted and loving letters.

What became of the Civil War drafts?