{"id":13940,"date":"2022-02-26T01:00:49","date_gmt":"2022-02-26T07:00:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dotcw.com\/?p=2067"},"modified":"2021-07-07T15:02:17","modified_gmt":"2021-07-07T20:02:17","slug":"visiting-camp-readiness-to-march-at-very-short-notice","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.cw-chronicles.com\/blog\/visiting-camp-readiness-to-march-at-very-short-notice\/","title":{"rendered":"Visiting camp.\u2014Readiness to march at very short notice. (Eliza Woolsey Howland&#8217;s journal)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: right;\">Wednesday, February 26.<\/p>\n<p>Encouraged by several windy days, which were likely to dry the roads, we ventured out to Joe\u2019s camp for the first time since early in January, to show it to Mother and Hatty. The roads were unexpectedly good, the only really bad places being near the camp. J. had dined, but gave us a nice and hearty after-lunch, and Mother enjoyed the experience very much. While we were there the general order arrived placing the army in readiness to march at very short notice. Four wagons are allowed to each regiment, and quartermasters are to see that they are not heavily loaded: the men to carry knapsacks and blankets and the little shelter-tents large enough for three or four men to creep under. The order cast a gloom over our little visit, but the effect on the troops was very different. As we sat in J\u2019s tent we could hear the cheers ringing through the camps as the order was read\u2013three times three and a tiger.<\/p>\n<p>Just before this J. H. had mailed a little box of trailing arbutus \u201cfrom camp\u201d to J. S. W. and this acknowledgment came back.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Arbutus from Camp, near Alexandria.<br \/>\nSent by Capt. J. H., 1862.<\/p>\n<p>\u201c Thank God for Spring!\u201d I said;<br \/>\nWhile no one watches, through the gloomy hours<br \/>\nShe walks the weary earth with noiseless tread<br \/>\nAnd fills the graves with flowers.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">And, holding in my hand<br \/>\nMy Soldier\u2019s message, in its leaves I read<br \/>\nThrough winter-sorrows of a weeping land<br \/>\nA dawn of Spring indeed!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Dull, sodden leaves o\u2019er-strown,<br \/>\nThen, tears of rain, and then, these flowers for me.<br \/>\nThe wild war horses tread the blossoms down<br \/>\nAnd set the sweetness free.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">So get me flowers again<br \/>\nDear Soldier;\u2013not alone of Hope and Spring,<br \/>\nFlowers of full Summer, through the crimson rain<br \/>\nAnd battle thunder of the stormy plain,<br \/>\nClose on their blossoming!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">Red roses, flushed and bold,<br \/>\nRed victor-roses,\u2013sea-blue bells wide blown<br \/>\nThat ring for joy the river-edges down,<br \/>\nAnd white Peace-lilies with the spike of gold<br \/>\nThat clasp the perfect crown.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\">J. S. W.<\/p>\n<div id=\"_mcePaste\" style=\"position: absolute; left: -10000px; top: 586px; width: 1px; height: 1px; overflow: hidden;\">\n<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1838\" title=\"transparent\" src=\"..\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/11\/transparent4.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"600\" height=\"6\" \/>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Wednesday, February 26. Encouraged by several windy days, which were likely to dry the roads, we ventured out to Joe\u2019s camp for the first time since early in January, to show it to Mother and Hatty. The roads were unexpectedly good, the only really bad places being near the camp. J. had dined, but gave [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":21,"featured_media":66777,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[22],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-13940","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","5":"has-post-thumbnail","7":"category-letters-of-a-family-during-the-war-for-the-union"},"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_featured_media_url":"http:\/\/www.cw-chronicles.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/Eliza-Newton-Woolsey-Howland.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cw-chronicles.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13940","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cw-chronicles.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cw-chronicles.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cw-chronicles.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/21"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cw-chronicles.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13940"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.cw-chronicles.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13940\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cw-chronicles.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/66777"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.cw-chronicles.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13940"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cw-chronicles.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13940"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.cw-chronicles.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13940"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}