Flat Top Mountain. — Rained a great part of the
night; a cold, foggy morning; but I feel vigorous and well. . . . I climbed to
the top of the mountain to the right of the camp through the wet bushes and fog
and feel the better for it. We have scarcely tents enough for the officers. The
men build shelters of bark, rail pens, and the like. I call this “Woodchuck
Camp.” Our new chaplain, Russell G. French, is gaining strength and will
probably recover. There is a loose piece of bone still in his leg, but it does
not seem to distress him a great deal. Five of Company C were either killed or
have died of their wounds received in the recent fight at Camp Creek.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and
Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 287
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