A windy day; roads drying rapidly. Rode out with Avery. Saw
the companies drill skirmish drill. The militia called out to be enrolled in
this county on the Union side. About a hundred queer-looking, hollow-chested,
gaunt, awkward fellows in their tattered butternut garments turned out. A queer
customer calls our scouts “drives,” another calls it “drags.” A fellow a little
sick here calls it “trifling.” He says, “Yes, I feel ‘trifling,’” meaning
unwell.
Sent Captain Zimmerman with Company E and Lieutenant Bottsford,
Company C, the scout Abbott, and two or three citizens out towards Wyoming.
Will be gone two or three days.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and
Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 221
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