Clear, bright day;
mud and water in the road but a bracing air and blue sky overhead. Men marched
with spirit. Lovely mountain views and clear mountain streams always in sight.
Camped on the mountainside in the road; no tents pitched. Colonel and Dr. Joe
slept in ambulance. I fixed up our cots under the blue canopy, near a roaring
mountain stream, and with Adjutant Fisher watched the bright star near the
Great Bear, perhaps one of that constellation, which I conjectured was
Arcturus, until the moon came in sight. Slept in snatches and was refreshed.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and
Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 74
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