Antietam, September 27th, 1862.
We have had one week
of rest; are encamped three miles from our last battlefields, with a prospect
of staying here several weeks. There is much sickness, but nothing of a serious
nature. As for myself, I have not seen an hour's sickness since I left
Michigan. Our camp is pleasantly situated on a high hill, and the surrounding
hills and valleys are white with tents. In the evening, when every tent is
lighted up, they present a brilliant and beautiful appearance. Several
regiments are supplied with brass bands, which delight us every evening with a
"concord of sweet sounds." Last evening the Fiftieth Pennsylvania
serenaded the "Bloody Seventeenth," as they call us.
SOURCE: David Lane, A
Soldier's Diary: The Story of a
Volunteer, 1862-1865, p. 14
