Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Diary of Colonel William F. Bartlett: Monday, March 23, 1863

Raining. My bed being pretty comfortable I concluded to lie still until Jacques summoned, “Déjeuner tout prêt, Monsieur le Colonel,” at eight A. M. A nice one it was too. Dip toast, our regular morning dish (we get a pint of milk now twice a day, ten cents per pint), and fried pudding. Fletcher Abbott and Charley Sargent called in the afternoon. A heavy shower coming up drove them off, and nearly spoiled our dinner, which you know is cooked out doors, on three or four bricks, just back of our tent.

SOURCE: Francis Winthrop Palfrey, Memoir of William Francis Bartlett, p. 81

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