Bardstown, where we
are now encamped, is an old city of about six thousand inhabitants. The
Seminary, which we now occupy as a hospital, was built when there were but
three houses in Cincinnati. The majority of the people, I am told, are
secessionists. We are encamped on the farm of Senator Wycliff, just outside of
the city, in a fine grove of beech and maple; a beautiful stream runs through
our camp, while a spring of pure water, enough to supply a brigade, bursts from
a crevice in the rocks.
SOURCE: David Lane,
A Soldier's Diary: The Story of a Volunteer, 1862-1865, p. 37
