In camp near
Culpepper, Va.—Weather delightful. Rumors of marching tomorrow morning.
Marching orders we have been expecting several days, but this is the first
rumor for some time. It has been mysteriously quiet. If, instead of May and
fine weather, we had had dead of winter, storm and mud, we would have been
provoked with five or six rumors daily. So that's nothing; but we shall march
soon. Usual drill forenoon and afternoon; march an hour under knapsack. Go to
Culpepper with several for examination for commissions in negro regiments. At
5:30 o'clock drew one day's rations. This task is assigned me this week, for my
company. At dark, orders for three days' more rations. Had a tedious task
lasting until 9 p. m. Quartermaster is getting everything ready to leave and
hinted we should move at 12 midnight. Got orders at 8 o'clock to strike tents,
pack nothing unnecessary; build no fires. Everything soon ready; we are
waiting, the boys are jolly, full of spirit. At 11 o'clock we marched—winter
quarters again broken.
SOURCE: John Worrell
Northrop, Chronicles from the Diary of a
War Prisoner in Andersonville and Other Military Prisons of the South in 1864,
p. 22
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