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Friday, February 27, 2026
Diary of Musician David Lane, September 9, 1863
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Crab Orchard, Ky. Again has the note of preparation sounded in our camp, and all hands are busy getting ready for another campaign. In...
Diary of Musician David Lane, September 13, 1863
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London, Ky. We broke camp last Thursday morning, the tenth of September, bound for Cumberland Gap, ninety miles distant. The first day...
Diary of Musician David Lane, September 14, 1863
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We were aroused this morning at 3 o'clock and ordered to be ready to march at 5 o'clock. In a very few minutes hundreds of fires wer...
Diary of Musician David Lane, September 16, 1863
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I was so completely exhausted yesterday I did not expect to be able to march at all today, but, thanks to my recuperative powers, I arose th...
Diary of Musician David Lane, September 20, 1863
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Cumberland Gap. We are now in East Tennessee, one mile south of the famous Gap in the Cumberland Mountains. When we left Crab Orchar...
Diary of Musician David Lane, September 25, 1863
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The Fair Ground, on which we are encamped, is simply a clearing in the wood, without buildings, fence or shade. But it is a pleasant place, ...
Diary of Musician David Lane, September 27, 1863
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Knoxville, Tenn. We are again under marching orders. It is rumored we go to Rosecrans' support tomorrow morning. Our boys are qu...
Diary of Musician David Lane, September 29, 1863
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It was rumored this morning that we march tomorrow at 5 a. m. Little attention was paid to this, however, and the men were enjoying themselv...
Wednesday, October 15, 2025
Diary of Musician David Lane, August 7, 1863
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It was with a bounding heart, brimful of gratitude to God, that I stepped on board the Dakota and bade farewell to Haines Bluff on the secon...
Diary of Musician David Lane, August 11, 1863
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Louisville, Ky. Again in Louisville—eleven hundred miles nearer home than one week ago and yet how far. Still, it is joy to feel I am compar...
Diary of Musician David Lane, August 12, 1863
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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 fa...
Diary of Musician David Lane, August 16, 1863
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Camp near Hickman's Bridge, Ky. I did not join the regiment as soon as I expected, owing to the negligence of the Medical Director, whos...
Diary of Musician David Lane, August 20, 1863
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Camp Parks, Ky. I received a letter from a friend in Michigan last evening, saying: "If you were in Michigan, or could see the situatio...
Diary of Musician David Lane, August 24, 1863
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We have nearly the same regulations here as at Newport News, everything being regulated by bugle call. Of course, we drill; it would be hard...
Diary of Musician David Lane, August 25, 1863
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We are still in camp, where each day is like the preceding one. The same routine of "duty" is gone through with, which, to me, is ...
Diary of Musician David Lane, August 27, 1863
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Nicholasville, Ky. We are again enjoying the quiet of camp life. Our miniature tents are pitched in regular order, streets are policed and b...
Diary of Musician David Lane, August 28, 1863
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Camp Dick Robinson, Ky. Again we are on the move en route to Crab Orchard, thirty miles from our late camp, where a military post is to be e...
Diary of Musician David Lane, August 30, 1863
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Crab Orchard, Ky. We arrived at 10 a. m., making ten miles from Lancaster this morning. Crab Orchard is a lovely town of about one thousand ...
Monday, July 7, 2025
Diary of Musician David Lane, July 20, 1863
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Vicksburg is ours; Johnson defeated and his forces scattered; our work in Mississippi is performed, and we have taken up the line of march f...
Diary of Musician David Lane, July 23, 1863
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Haines Bluff, Miss. We arrived at our old camp yesterday—twenty days from the time we left it—the toughest twenty days of our experience. ...
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