The air is purified by rain during the night. At first dawn we go to the stream for a bath. Knowing the difficulty to keep clear of lice and...

I copied music in the evening for Private Norton. Slept in office. Indian summer. SOURCE: Lewis C. Paxson,  Diary of Lewis C. Paxson: Stoc...

Came up to L. I went with Aaron Burleson to the fortune teller's; had our future destiny read to us; then to Mr. Lane's and listened...

Thanksgiving was a great day in the barracks and a fine day outside, except for those who are on guard. We will recollect them all day, havi...

After turning in last night it was impossible to sleep, the cause being the music of a band farther down the railroad track. It was a serena...

I worked in Second Lieutenant Christ Berker's room by his permission. I commenced a letter to Howard Bell. We sang hymns in the evening....

At four o'clock this morning "all was wrong." We were aroused from the most miserable attempt at sleep our boys ever dreamed o...

Left camp at 6 o'clock. Roads in a terrible condition, mud knee deep, marching almost impossible; artillery stuck in the road, wagons in...

Mr. Parker came last night, and is to be our chaplain. He is the one who preached for us at Hudson Camp Ground, and the one we asked to have...

We are looking for the Dutchess County regiment as if their coming was an assured fact, yet it is only a rumor, and even that cannot be trac...

The people of Charlotte received us with unbounded kindness, and are treating us with royal hospitality. They met us in their carriages and,...

For the past ten days there was nothing of particular interest. Quite a number of men are sick. I was in the hospital today seeing my men an...

CUMBERLAND, MARYLAND, February 15, 1865. DEAR MOTHER: – We are jogging along in the usual style of a winter camp. The thing about us which...

This morning we take the train for Bethel, and in about one hour we arrive at this outpost and are conducted to the barracks lately vacated ...

Reinforcements still continue to come, and we still remain quiet. Why we do not move we cannot tell. Perhaps the General is waiting for all ...

CAMP RUSSELL, December 6, 1864. MY DARLING: – We are very comfortable and very jolly. No army could be more so. We have had no orders to b...

CAMP RUSSELL NEAR WINCHESTER, VIRGINIA, December 6, 1864. DEAR MOTHER: — I received your cheerful letter on Sunday. It finds us in the best ...

Our society met at Fanny Palmer's this afternoon. I went but did not stay to tea as we were going to Madame Anna Bishop's concert i...

January 13, 1863. . . . When I sit down at evening it always seems as if there could be but one subject to write upon, the music of the...

Last night was a doleful night as the soldiers laid in this wilderness by the Tennessee. All night long there was a chilling rain, and the ...