A rainy, cold and dismal day. Brownell finished a little
clamshell ring for me. I polished it up nicely. In the afternoon and evening
read “John
Brent.” Enjoyed it well. Never read a more thrilling story of a ride. The description
of the horse Don Fulano, and his powers was grand. The horse seemed the hero of
the tale. Went to town and testified against a prisoner taken while out with
Major Burnett. I pitied his poor wife, in tears. Believed the man Union.
SOURCE: Frances Andrews Tenney, War Diary Of Luman
Harris Tenney, p. 32
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