Throwing up
breastworks all day, and we now are impatiently awaiting the enemy. Provisions
are scarce; had a couple of hard crackers and a teaspoonful of salt pork gravy.
Somewhat different from good old Mrs. Mottley's suppers at the Linwood House on
Main street, where we Richmond boys most delighted to board. However, I didn't
suffer much, having succeeded in getting a good dinner for a slight
compensation. The people in this neighborhood are in rather poor circumstances,
and of course we are willing to pay for anything we get of them.
SOURCE: William S.
White, A Diary of the War; or What I Saw of It, p. 95
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