To-day the Second Division's camp and garrison equipage is loaded on board the steamer Nashville, to be sent around to Nashville. Still it rains. The camp seems to be floating in mud and water. Clothes wet, blankets drenched, and a cold piercing north wind blowing. Night comes on cold and gloomy. The men are now shivering around the camp fires, with no place to lay their weary heads. Gloomy picture!
"Out alone to-night we're sitting,
Watching shadows that are passing
To and fro upon the canvas,
In our spirit's penetralia.
Go, ye idle, cursed complainers,
Who complain at home of trouble;
Think upon the soldiers' sorrow,
Weary, weak and wakeful soldiers;
Guarding you from foul oppression,
Keeping you a home of pleasure.
If your coward heart will let you,
Then refuse him aid and shelter."
SOURCE: Daniel Leib Ambrose, History of the Seventh Regiment Illinois Volunteer Infantry, p. 210
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