Friday, November 25, 2016

Diary of Brigadier-General William F. Bartlett: Wednesday, August 17, 1864

Stronger still. Rain (last night) came through the tent on to my face in torrents. Sitting up all day, making rings, etc., of peach-stones. Such a change, 1 can hardly realize it, nor be grateful enough.

Heavy rain and squall to-night; all wet, bed and bedding; the tent is so open that it did not blow down.

SOURCE: Francis Winthrop Palfrey, Memoir of William Francis Bartlett, p. 126-7

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