Under escort of the Milford Brass Band, we marched through a
few of the principal streets to the depot. Here a large concourse of citizens
had collected to give us their best wishes, and see us off. We now began to
realize some of the discomforts of a soldier's life. There not being passenger
cars enough to accommodate us, we were crowded into two box freight cars for
South Framingham, where we changed to passenger cars for Worcester. Arriving
there, we marched to the city hall, where we took dinner. From there we marched
to the agricultural grounds west of the city, where we are to encamp. This camp
is named Camp Lincoln, in honor of Ex-Governor Lincoln of Worcester.
SOURCE: David L. Day, My Diary of Rambles with the
25th Mass. Volunteer Infantry, p. 5
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