Saturday, 1st–I was on guard today. The Sixth Division received orders to march in the morning.[1] We are to go in light equipment, leaving here our knapsacks and tents, which are to be put in storage. [1] The Eleventh Iowa regiment was within fifty miles of Corinth for two hundred and thirty-four days, and in [...]

Saturday, 1st. Lay in camp. Men save ours were mustered for pay. The boys went out and got the body of the Butternut, and buried him in the cornfield–shot in the neck. Wrote home. Bought a jacket of T. R. S. Saw Major P.’s ring we boys have bought for him–nice. Went to bed rather [...]

NOVEMBER 1st.—Gen. Winder’s late policemen have fled the city. Their monstrous crimes are the theme of universal execration. But I reported them many months ago, and Gen. Winder was cognizant of their forgeries, correspondence with the enemy, etc. The Secretary of War, and the President himself, were informed of them, but it was thought to [...]

November 1st.–At 12 o’clock, night, I reached camp, two miles north of Berlin, Maryland. Again I have left the pleasures of a cheerful, happy home, to encounter the hardships of camp life and to engage in the turmoil, the trials and the dangers of a war in which it is difficult to tell whether the [...]