Slept on the
roadside all night, and just missed being run over by a wagon, whose driver did
not see me. Our rations being short, I was sent out in the afternoon to procure
something to eat for the boys. Being unsuccessful at the adjoining farm-houses,
I rode some four miles, and at last succeeded in getting an old woman to
promise to bake me some corn bread, but I could not get it until 10 o'clock, as
she was very busy. When my bread was ready, it was raining in torrents, and I
concluded to stay all night, though I well knew some hungry stomachs were
yearning for my appearance at camp. Was given a very nice, comfortable bed, but
being unaccustomed to such effeminate luxuries, I slept on the floor, lulled
into forgetfulness of a soldier's life by the pattering of the rain-storm on
the roof above me.
SOURCE: William S.
White, A Diary of the War; or What I Saw of It, p. 103
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