It is blustering
weather, and my cat is beside me, lying on her head, by the fire in
my little tent. Everybody says that is "a sign" of cold weather. Let
it come, if it will only drive us forward.
The Surgeon General
and the Brigade Surgeon have both been urging me, to-day, to accept a Brigade
Surgeonship. I decline, for two reasons: 1st. It would retain me as a Surgeon,
whilst it would exclude me from the immediate care of the sick. 'Twould be to
me like Hamlet, with Hamlet left out; and, 2d. It would greatly add to my
responsibilities, without advance in rank or increase in pay. I shall remain
where I am.
Glorious news just
received; the morning paper is just here. Mason and Slidell—both prisoners.
They should be hung.
SOURCE: Alfred L.
Castleman, The Army of the Potomac. Behind the Scenes. A Diary of
Unwritten History; From the Organization of the Army, by General George B.
McClellan, to the close of the Campaign in Virginia about the First Day
January, 1863, p. 55
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