Camp Green Meadows. — A warm, beautiful day. The men
busy building shades (bowers or arbors) over their streets and tents, cleaning
out the springs, and arranging troughs for watering horses, washing, and
bathing. The water is excellent and abundant.
I read “Waverley,”
finishing it. The affection of Flora McIvor for her brother and its return is
touching; they were orphans. And oh, this is the anniversary of the death of my
dear sister Fanny — six years ago! I have thought of her today as I read
Scott's fine description, but till now it did not occur to me that this was the
sad day. Time has softened the pain. How she would have suffered during this
agonizing war! Perhaps it was best — but what a loss!
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and
Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 304
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