Overslept and wakened at “forward.” Hurried along. Rode a
little obstinate pony. Passed the other brigade and encamped at two miles
distant. Saw some Confederate papers, very neat. Warmest day of the season.
Bathed in Grand River. Wrote a little, read two or three chapters in
Philippians. I wish it were easier to be good, or rather I wish I were a better
boy and doing some good.
SOURCE: Frances Andrews Tenney, War Diary Of Luman
Harris Tenney, p. 20
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