Friday, October 9, 2026

Diary of Lieutenant-Colonel John Beatty, February 5, 1862

The Major and Mr. Furay are engaged in a tremendous dispute. Furay is positive he can not be mistaken, and the Major laughs him to scorn. When these gentlemen lock horns in dead earnest the clatter of words becomes terrible, and the combat ends only when both fall on their cots exhausted.

SOURCE: John Beatty, The Citizen-soldier: Or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, p. 103

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