A cold, raw day. Passed Charleston early in the morning. Fort Sumter lit up by a passing waft of sunshine. A shot fired from Cumming's Point as we passed. The weather — demoralized by Yankee contact — growing so cold as to drive passengers below stairs to euchre.
SOURCES: Clara B. Hay, Letters of John Hay and Extracts from Diary, Volume 1, p. 155-6.