Night. Home again.
We left Hudson at 5 A. M. Were delayed in Chatham, waiting for the Harlem
train, long enough to make quite a visit with brother William and his wife
Laura. Uncle Daniel was there also. There is little else talked of but the war.
Men are arranging their business so as to go, and others are "shaking in
their boots" for fear they will have to go. I don't waste any sympathy on
this latter class. There are some I would like to see made to go. They belong
in the Southern army, where all their sympathy goes.
I found our folks
well and glad to see me. I have no sort of doubt of that. Just as we had had
supper, Obadiah Pitcher came with his buggy and offered to take me to call on
some friends; this I thought too good a chance to lose, and we went south. We
found so many, and there was so much talking, it was Sunday morning when we
came back.
SOURCE:
Lawrence Van Alstyne, Diary of an Enlisted Man, p. 9-10
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