Thursday, November 10, 2011

28 Feb 1863

Fair.  Studied.  Went to post hospital, battery, etc.  Evg. a wind storm.  Col. Swayne's horse ran away with me.  I jumped off as he was checked by a gully and got on and by curb bit controlled him easily.  A merciful escape.  Went to [?] [?] camp.  Like a camp meeting.  Saw the chaplain lieutenant.

This month has been rainy though not very cold.  I have felt much favored in my own lot and that of my friends.  Public affairs have made apparently little progress.  Public attention in a great degree is concentrated on Vicksburgh, a rebel stronghold almost their last point on the river and threatened by our army.

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