Saturday, and of
course general cleaning day. So many went into the river before breakfast, and
soon found it to be the worst thing possible for us, and expected fever and
ague every day till we forgot the circumstance. We had a scare and then a
little fun early this morning. Some humorous fellows had fired our nice houses,
and fully half the huts in the line were in a blaze; but, instead of trying to
stop it, as fast as the boys were smothered out and came to their senses, they
"put in a hand," and piled on all the boards they could find. Soon
nothing was left of Camp Foster but ashes. Col. Lee would not allow us to
appropriate any more lumber, so to-night we will sleep bare-back, excepting our
rubber blankets. The portion of the troops who came by land from New Berne
having arrived, we start to-morrow—so they say.
SOURCE: John Jasper
Wyeth, Leaves from a Diary Written While Serving in Co. E, 44 Mass.
Dep’t of North Carolina from September 1862 to June 1863, p. 17
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