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 [...]

June 19.–Our cousin, Ann Eliza Field, was married to-day to George B. Bates at her home on Gibson Street. We went and had an elegant time. Charlie Wheeler made great fun and threw the final shower of rice as they drove away.

June 19th. Miriam and I have disgraced ourselves! This morning I was quietly hearing Dellie’s lessons, when I was startled by mother’s shrieks of “Send for a guard – they’ve murdered him!” I saw through the window a soldier sitting in the road just opposite, with blood streaming from his hand in a great pool [...]

JUNE 19th.—To-day so many applications were made to the Secretary himself for passports to the armies, and beyond the lines of the Confederate States, that, forgetting the revocation of his former order, he sent a note into the Assistant Secretary, saying he thought a passport agent had been appointed to attend to such cases; and [...]

Thursday, 19th–Drill is now all dispensed with on account of the hot weather. But the men are kept busy at fatigue and picket duty.

19th. Thursday. Went to the Commissary as usual at 9 A. M. Archie got thrown from his horse. Wrote to Fannie. Went bathing with Nettleton and Brownell. Talked Minnie and Professor. Two letters. Home and Fannie.

Thursday, 19th.—Came orders for regimental baggage to be sent to Loudon. Not being able to go, was sent to hospital on College Hill. (Note: picture is of an unidentified Confederate soldier.)

The following material contains wording that is offensive to many in the world of today. However, the work is provided unedited for its historical content and context. Rienzi, Tishomingo Co., Miss., June 19, 1862. This is one of the few days that remind one of Illinois, although there are very few nights that might not [...]

JUNE 18th.—Lee is quietly preparing to attack McClellan. The President, who was on the battle-field, is very cheerful.

June 18th. How long, O how long, is it since I have lain down in peace, thinking, “This night I will rest in safety”? Certainly not since the fall of Fort Jackson. If left to myself, I would not anticipate evil, but would quietly await the issue of all these dreadful events; but when I [...]

Wednesday, 18th–It is very hot, but the troops are in fine spirits. Some of the boys who were wounded at Shiloh, together with those who went home on furloughs on account of sickness, are now returning to their commands.

18th. Wednesday. Grazed my horse. Did little more. Read some. Paymaster came from Leavenworth.

Jane Eliza Newton Woolsey to her son Charles. New York, June, ’62. My dear Charley: Here are lots of scraps for you. Our basket is just going off to the steamer. I hope you will enjoy the gingerbread. We are all anxiety for further accounts since the battles of the last few days. The paper [...]

June 17th. Yesterday, and day before, boats were constantly arriving and troops embarking from here, destined for Vicksburg. There will be another fight, and of course it will fall. I wish Will was out of it; I don’t want him to die. I got the kindest, sweetest letter from Will when Miriam came from Greenwell. [...]

Tuesday, 17th–It is very hot. Nothing of importance.

17th. Wrote to Brockway. Part of the Missouri expedition returned with a load of bacon. Tired horses and men. Issued some.

JUNE 17th.—It is not yet ascertained what amount of ordnance stores we gained from the battle.

Abby Howland Woolsey to her brother. 8 Brevoort Place, June 17th. My dear Charley: We had just been reading in the Times about the scare at White House when Georgy’s letter arrived. We have read it aloud over the breakfast table, and are now going to enclose it to Mary and Carry at Astoria, that [...]