We marched through
town and lay all night in an open field without tents.
It is certainly
bitter cold. The only fires we could make were from the fence rails, as the
woods were too far for us to get to.
This morning the soldiers are on their feet and moving around the blazing campfires, busily cooking their breakfast, and their cooking utensils are quite novel. A flat stone for a fryingpan, and a sharp stick for a fork (we use no knives.) After eating our breakfast, we commence building sheds with pine twigs, to shield ourselves from the sun's warm rays. The command does not move as was rumored last night. No demonstrations to-day, all quiet.
