Monday, August 12,
1861.
We have just got back with our company from Battery Hill,
where we have been on guard. It rained, pouring, all night; our rubber blankets
were our only protection. We got pretty wet, but I have just had a good, hot
breakfast and feel very comfortable; the only thing is, we have no dry camp to
go to. We are going to fortify our position, and the word is now that we are to
hold this place until we are driven out. We have lost our Quartermaster; he has
accepted a position as aide on General Banks' staff; probably Motley will be
appointed in his place. The Chaplain goes down with the letters shortly, so I
must stop.
SOURCE: Charles Fessenden Morse, Letters Written
During the Civil War, 1861-1865, p. 16
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