Nothing new in the field. Armies quiet; perhaps preparing
for dreadful work. I got a note last night from J. P., written with a pencil.
He and other prisoners are working ten hours a day on “Dutch Gap Canal.” They
work under the fire of our own batteries. Poor fellow! my heart yearns over
him.
SOURCE: Judith W. McGuire, Diary of a Southern
Refugee, During the War, p. 311
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