Sunday morning, but hot and dusty. Early on the march. About
9 A. M. we marched through Middletown, a fine place. There are many people in
this town, dressed in their good clothes, watching us as we pass on, a dusty
crowd. They all have a sad look in their faces. Keep very quiet, not a smile
nor a cheer. We cannot tell whether they are in sympathy with us or are against
us. We are reminded of our old homes in good old Connecticut. We soon passed
through the town, out on the dusty hot roads. Between the hot sun and the dust
many of the boys are giving out, dropping by the roadside. Some are picked up
by the Ambulance Corps. Those who need a little rest, push on. This is a fine
section of Maryland. Night coming on we go into woodland to camp. Don't know
the location, but believe we must be near the Pennsylvania state line. It is
estimated we have marched about fifteen miles.
SOURCE: Charles H. Lynch, The Civil War Diary,
1862-1865, of Charles H. Lynch 18th Conn. Vol's, p. 108-9
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