Having but a limited
supply of underclothing with me at this camp, I doffed my garments and turned
washerman for the nonce, intending to seat myself on the sunny side of the mill
pond and wait patiently until my clothes were sundried thoroughly. Only one
shirt, one pair of drawers and one pair of socks. As a washist, I never have
been a success, but clear water and a good will accomplishes much,—when all at
once the drum beats to "fall in"—on went my wet clothes and away we
marched to Yorktown, reaching that place thoroughly chilled through and
through.
SOURCE: William S.
White, A Diary of the War; or What I Saw of It, p. 107
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