Dr. Jim left this morning for home, taking letters to Lute,
Mother, Uncle, Platt, and others. Warm and bright all day, but oh, so muddy!
Called on by two really good-looking ladies — Mrs. Thurman (husband Secesh
soldier) and Miss Mary Mars.
General Rosecrans replies to my application for thirty days'
leave: “Ask Hayes if thirty days isn't too long for these times?” I construe
this as friendly, but the colonel thinks it is another instance of injustice to
him. He thinks after he has recommended it, and in view of the fact that
Colonel Ewing has over sixty days, Colonel Fyffe ditto, Lieutenant-Colonel
Eckley about the same, Majors Ferguson and Degenfeld and Lieutenant-Colonel
Jones, all of this brigade, and all our company officers, it looks
unfair.
“Ah, but,” said I, “circumstances may have changed.” “Yes,”
said he, “but I have judged of that in asking the leave, and he don't take my
judgment.”
Well, well, I have made up my mind to do my duty and do it
cheerfully in this war, and if orders don't suit me I shall obey them without
demur.
Captain Gunckle, ordnance officer, Gauley, will furnish new
bright muskets, shoulder-straps and plates, and ball and buck cartridge.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and
Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 195
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