October 30th. The dentist worked all day long, and put my teeth in good condition, at least so he says, but from the easy manner in which he let me off, I am a little skeptical as to the permanency of his work. In the evening I dined with McKim and Talcott, the New York Herald reporter, at the division hospital. We had a good dinner and jolly conversation. Talcott, who is a genius in his way, and a friend of the whole division, is a capital talker and told some very funny yarns. The doctor confessed to having received a leave of absence and is going home immediately. He says he may come back again, but that is very unlikely, and we shall probably never see him again in the army. He is one of the best fellows in the service, and will be greatly missed. Towards evening I bid them all good bye, and rejoined my command, in company with several other officers.