Haines Bluff, Miss. We arrived at our old camp yesterday—twenty
days from the time we left it—the toughest twenty days of our experience. A
dirtier, more ragged and drilled-out lot of men I hope never to see. The first
thing I did, after eating a little hardtack and drinking a cup of coffee, was
to bolt for the spring, build a fire, boil my shirt, pants and socks, scrub
myself from head to heels, put on my clothing wet—though not much wetter than
before and return to camp a cleaner, therefore a better man. There have been
times when we could not get water to wash our hands and face, to say nothing of
our clothing, for a week or more.
It was dark when I
returned to camp, but fires were burning brightly in every direction, and
around them were gathered groups of men silently reading letters. I hastened to
the Orderly and asked him "Have you anything for me?" "Yes, I
have four letters for you." My heart gave one great bound of gladness,
and, grasping them tightly, I hastened to the nearest fire to learn what news
from home. Rumors of a great battle, fought and won by Meade, had been in
circulation several days, but no one knew whether true or false. These
letters from my wife confirmed them. The threatened invasion took place, was
crushed, and Lee was suffered to recross the Potomac at his leisure, as he was
allowed to do after Antietam.
SOURCE: David Lane,
A Soldier's Diary: The Story of a Volunteer, 1862-1865, p. 70-1
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