Cincinnati, Ohio. We
arrived here at 9:30 this morning. My day's work is, at last, completed, at 9
p. m. This has been a busy day. In fact, I have not been idle or had much rest,
by day or night, since July fourth, and yet I am fresh and vigorous as in days
of old. The sick and wounded all removed the worst cases to the General
Hospital in this city, the convalescents to Camp Denison, eighteen miles out,
while a few return to their regiments.
The Seventeenth
passed through here today, and is now in camp near Covington, on the opposite
bank of the river.
I expect to join
them in the morning, and look for a handful of letters.
People call the
weather here very hot, but it is not Mississippi heat, and I enjoy it. The
mornings and evenings are delightfully cool, while there it is constant,
relentless heat both day and night. Here a coat is comfortable in the morning—there
one needs no cover day or night.
SOURCE: David Lane,
A Soldier's Diary: The Story of a Volunteer, 1862-1865, pp. 76-7
