Being the first company on the ground, and not having tents,
we bivouacked last night in Agricultural Hall. Sleeping on a hard pine board
was new business to most of us, and Morpheus was courted in vain. The boys, however,
made a frolic of the night, and more unearthly noises and sounds never greeted my
ears. I think the rebels would never need hear the sound of our guns to
frighten them, if they could hear sounds like those. Several other companies
arrived on the ground this morning, and this afternoon all hands are busy
pitching tents.
SOURCE: David L. Day, My Diary of Rambles with the
25th Mass. Volunteer Infantry, p. 5-6
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