Camp Sewell. —
About a week ago I left Camp Scott, or Cross Lanes, and came over to General
Cox's camp on the top of Sewell Mountain. Our Secesh friends are fortifying in
sight. I staid with McCook. General Cox is an even-tempered man of sound
judgment, much loved by his men. McCook and he both wanted to occupy Buster's
Knob on the left of our enemy's camp, but a dispatch from General Rosecrans
prevented. The next day the enemy were fortifying it. General Schenck takes
command of our brigade. I have tried five cases the last two days. We had a rain-storm,
cold, windy, and awful. Must go to winter quarters. The enemy still fortifying.
Our pickets killed a colonel or lieutenant-colonel of the enemy who rode among
them. All wrong and cruel. This is too like murder. Shooting pickets, etc.,
etc., ought to be put down. Another cold night. Jolly times we have in camp.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and
Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 104
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