Washington, Sunday Morning, Quartermaster's Office.
I had a fine ride this morning, and got to the War
Department at eight o'clock. Now I am waiting to find out where to camp, and how
to turn over the wagons, &c. A maze without a plan does Washington seem to
one who comes into it as I have. Camps met my eye within six miles of the city.
I noticed, too, some fortifications of a rude kind; but of course from one
glance I know only a mass of things, nothing distinctly Washington is
evidently safe enough, just as I knew it was.
SOURCE: Elizabeth Amelia Dwight, Editor, Life and Letters
of Wilder Dwight: Lieut.-Col. Second Mass. Inf. Vols., p. 84
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