We heard heavy firing this
morning, from the direction of the city, which we at first thought must be
fighting going on there, but which we afterwards learned was practice for the
gunners at Fort Henry, and on the gunboats, both of which lie somewhere off in
that direction. We kept on cleaning up our camp ground to-day and it begins to
look real nice. A running vine, which was all over the ground, has poisoned a
great many, although some that handled it the most did not get any. Philip
Allen's face looks like a bladder. The doctor has fixed up a wash that he says
will soon cure it. We had just about enough to do to-day to give us a good
appetite. A storm is brewing, and we are wondering what it will do to us with
only a strip of muslin to keep it off.
SOURCE: Lawrence Van
Alstyne, Diary of an Enlisted Man, p.
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