Flat Top Mountain. — A bitterly cold morning — too
cold to snow! Gradually warmed up. P. M. rode with Avery four or five miles.
Our horses rested and fed up were in high spirits. We are all heartily tired of
staying here. When shall we go? — Dear Lucy, I think of her very often these
dull days. It looks as if the war would soon be ended, and then we shall be
together again.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and
Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 288
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