To-morrow I lose my tent-mate, the phlegmatic
countryman of Gustav Adolf and Charles XII. He could not get permission to
remain on General Hunt's Staff and so will have the satisfaction of joining his
cavalry regiment, which is hutted somewhere in the mud, near Culpeper! In his
place I shall probably have Rosencrantz, another Swede, and for some time at
Headquarters as A.D.C. He is a courteous man, an old campaigner, and very
amusing with his broken English.
SOURCE: George R. Agassiz, Editor, Meade’s
Headquarters, 1863-1865: Letters of Colonel Theodore Lyman from the Wilderness
to Appomattox, p. 63
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