After marching
three miles we stopped for water and to let the teams come up. One man
reclining was accidentally shot by another hitting his foot against the hammer
of a musket. Poor Carr received the ball in the heel of his shoe; it passed up
his leg, grazing it merely, grazed his body and arm and shoulder, and left him
without a serious wound! Fortunate. Reached Buckhannon about 3:30 P. M. — so
sleepy; no rest or sleep the night before. Stopped at noon — got good bread and
milk, honey and blackberry jam, and slept nearly an hour in a barn. Buckhannon
a pretty place.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary
and Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 72
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