War Diary of Luman Harris Tenney.

Saturday, 15th. Alarm at 4. Saddled and packed up. At nine in line on account of firing heard. Proved to be Capt. Greenough fighting a scouting party. Enemy moved camp about a mile to the prairie west, a little nearer the other brigades. I still felt pretty bad–another slight chill. Lay down by fire but could not keep warm. Fever some worse in the night.