Sunday, 7th–There have been no rebels to see us yet. Things are very quiet today; the weather being so hot, no one cares to stir.
Sunday, 7th–There have been no rebels to see us yet. Things are very quiet today; the weather being so hot, no one cares to stir.
Sunday, 7th. At breakfast Capt. Seward and Bernard said Nettleton had returned. After breakfast saw him and received a note from Sister Melissa expressing her delight at the visit with “her dear Lu” and giving a description of Minnie’s marriage. Sent a nice handkerchief. Read some during the day. In the evening Capt. Nettleton called, [...]
Sunday, 7th.—Passed through Holmansville at 12 M. Camped for the night two miles north of Williamstown, after making a march of thirty miles in twenty-six hours. (Note: picture is of an unidentified Confederate soldier.)
SEPTEMBER 7th.—We see by the Northern papers that Pope claimed a great victory over Lee and Jackson! It was too much even for the lying editors themselves! The Federal army being hurled back on the Potomac, and then compelled to cross it, it was too transparently ridiculous for the press to contend for the victory. [...]
September 7th News was brought yesterday that we had again gained a great Victory, at the old battle ground Manassas, and among those slain were Dr Smith’s only son, and several other young men graduates of this College, excellent moral characters. What a loss to their families, and how these parents are bowed with trouble. [...]
7h.–Having marched all night, I slept until awakened by the city bells, the first I had heard for nearly eight months. How forcibly I felt the application to the wilderness in which we had been, of Selkirk’s soliloquy: .. “The sound of the church-going bells These valleys and rocks never heard,– Never sighed at the [...]
Frederick, Md., Sunday, September 7,1862. Your two last letters came to hand yesterday, and I was indeed very happy to hear from you. The date of my letter will surprise you. You would have thought it hardly possible that the fortunes of war should have so turned in our favor that this quiet Sabbath would [...]
Sunday, Sept. 7., (Vicksburg, Washington Hotel)—H. did not return for three weeks. An epidemic disease broke out in his uncle’s family and two children died. He staid to assist them in their trouble. Tuesday evening he returned for me and we reached Vicksburg yesterday. It was my first sight of the “Gibraltar of the South.” [...]