Camp Ewing. — A beautiful fall day. About six hundred
and fifty for duty, about two hundred and twenty-five sick, present and absent.
All sent off who are in hospital but four; nine hundred and twenty-nine men
still in regiment. *
We are getting ready to leave. I send home all I can, preparatory
for rapid movements with weak trains of transportation. Still we have
thirty-nine waggons, thanks to Gardner.
Captain Woodward died Tuesday, our hardiest officer.
Industrious, faithful soldier, he has made his company from the poorest to
almost the best. A sad loss. We send his remains home. Our fourth death in
camp.
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* For some weeks after this date, nearly every entry in the
Diary contained a report similar to the one in this paragraph.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and
Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 139-40
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