Friday, 20th–Our regiment went out on picket this evening. Water is very scarce out on the picket line and so we have our canteens filled in the evening before we go out.

20th. Friday. Attended to my usual duties. Read papers.

Friday, 20th.—No nurse in my room. Some very rough looking fellows in my room. Remained very sick all day. (Note: picture is of an unidentified Confederate soldier.)

June 20th, 1862.—The tannery, under Mr. James, is a complete success. Father sent to Gadsden County for a shoemaker, and three of the black boys are working under him, learning the trade; he has three sons and they are motherless. John, the eldest, is fourteen years old, but is very small for his age; David [...]

by Thomas Bailey Aldrich 1,2 adapted to music by John Molter 3 . The shades of night were falling fast, As through a Southern village passed A youth, who bore, not over nice, A banner with the gay device, Skedaddle! . His hair was red, his toes beneath Peeped, like an acorn from its sheath, [...]

From Edward Mitchell. White House, June 20, 1862. My dear Father: Heavy firing in the advance this A. M. Since writing to Fred. I have had no time to write another word. Sitting up late that night, I was waked up, with Drs. Jenkins and Haight, to go ashore for 24 hours at 3 A. [...]

June 20, 1862.—As soon as our intended departure was announced, we were besieged by requests for all sorts of things wanted in every family—pins, matches, gunpowder, and ink. One of the last cases H. and Max had before the stay-law stopped legal business was the settlement of an estate that included a country store. The [...]