We have had a rain
and the hard ground made the softest kind of mud. It sticks to our feet and
clothes, and everybody is cross and crabbed. The sun came out, however, and our
spirits began to rise as the mud dried up. There was preaching and prayer
meeting both to-day.
Our chaplain's
courage is something wonderful and many of us attend the services out of
respect to him when we had much rather lie and rest our aching bones. The
captain of the Arago sent word he will be along to-night on his way to New York
and would stop for letters. He will find some, judging from the writing that
has been going on.
SOURCE:
Lawrence Van Alstyne, Diary of an Enlisted Man, p. 77
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