Orders got too
strict for my candle and I had to put it out. We made so much noise that the
doors were shut on us finally and we were in pitch darkness in a closed car,
with only room to lay down in. As the noise could be traced to no one in
particular we kept it up until tired out and then slept as well as the
circumstances would allow. Company B has a new name, "Bostwick's
Tigers." It seems the colonel sent to find out who was making such a noise
and was told it was Bostwick's tigers.* However, morning finally came, and the
people of Gettysburg came down with a good breakfast, which in spite of our
Hanover stuffing we began to need. They say the Rebs have gone on about five
miles beyond the place. Lew Holmes and I got permission to go into the village,
and I took the opportunity to write a letter home and to catch up with my diary.
SOURCE:
Lawrence Van Alstyne, Diary of an Enlisted Man, p. 50-1
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