This morning about
daylight we received orders to be ready to march at 8:30. All is bustle now
getting ready. I have been to the spring for water and have just returned; have
read the 52nd chapter of Isaiah, and 35th Psalm; am now about to pack up.
Sunday evening at
sunset.—We have marched about fourteen miles to-day—a hot dusty march. Nothing
of interest occurred. We are now bivouacked in a pine grove twenty miles from
Fredericksburg, with our arms stacked with orders to be ready to leave at a
moment's notice. The march has not fatigued me anything like as much as many
hunts I have taken at home. Some friend of the soldiers has been kind enough to
send us a number of religious papers, and I am now enjoying the "Christian
Observer," published at Richmond.
SOURCE: John Camden
West, A Texan in Search of a Fight: Being the Diary and Letters of a
Private Soldier in Hood’s Texas Brigade, pp. 56-7
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