A cold morning, but a bright warm sun melts the snow on all
the low ground. Lieutenant Smith says some of our prisoners at South Mountain
heard my speech as we went into the fight. He says the colonel rode up, his
eyes shining like a cat's, [and said:] “Now boys, remember you are the Twenty-third,
and give them hell. In these woods the Rebels don't know but we are ten
thousand; and if we fight, and when we charge yell, we are as good as ten
thousand, by ——.”
WANTS.
A paymaster. Not paid since August and then only to
June 30.
A Sawmill — or lumber (ten thousand feet);
none yet, except eighteen hundred feet and old drift, etc., etc.
Window sash and nails.
Mess stores at Charleston and Gallipolis; privilege
to send.
SOURCE: Charles Richard Williams, editor, Diary and
Letters of Rutherford Birchard Hayes, Volume 2, p. 372
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