Cold. I drew my rations. Paper, 5c. Fuss about meals. Supper, 25c. SOURCE: Lewis C. Paxson,  Diary of Lewis C. Paxson: Stockton, N.J., 186...

As the sun peeped over the eastern horizon, we slipped out of camp and went our way rejoicing. Oh, how beautiful the morning; calm and plea...

Near Falmouth, Nov. 26th, 1862. My dear Mother: I have selected the most inviting of the paper Nellie sent me to write you to-day —...

Started at daylight. Thede, Steve and I went ahead to town. Several met us with “Have you been to breakfast?” “Come with us.” We accepted a...

Another day gone. I am still improving. Walk out on crutches a few steps. Am very, very weak. Rainy still. Major Morfit, commanding prison,...

As I could not obtain in Covington what I went for in the way of dye stuffs, etc., I concluded this morning, in accordance with Mrs. Ward...

I have had little to record here recently, for we have lived to ourselves, not visiting or visited. Every one H–– knows is absent, and I ...

Sherman is thundering at Augusta's very doors. My General was on the wing, somber, and full of care. The girls are merry enough; the st...

The scarcity of blank-books, and the very high prices, make them unattainable to me; therefore I have determined to begin another volume of...

Sally Hampton went to Richmond with the Rev. Mr. Martin. She arrived there on Wednesday. On Thursday her father, Wade Hampton, fought a gre...

Mr. Ely, the Yankee member of Congress, who has been in confinement here since the battle of Manassas, has been exchanged for Mr. Faulkner,...

Camp Chase , July 24, 1861. Dear Uncle : — I am surrounded by the bustle and confusion attendant upon a hurried leaving of camp. We go ...