Camp 103d Illinois Infantry, La Grange, Tenn., November 21, 1862. Every one seems to think that we will start about day-after to-morrow, Monday. We have drawn eight days’ rations, and 200 rounds of ammunition has also been drawn for our corps. I don’t think we have more than 14,000 in our corps, Logan’s and McKean’s [...]

Friday night, November 21st. Lying on my face, as it were, with my poor elbows for a support, I try to pass away these lonely hours. For with the exception of old Mrs. Carter, who is downstairs, and the General, who is elsewhere, Anna and I are the only white people on the place. The [...]

Friday, 21st–No news of importance. We are now in the regular routine of camp life, with drill twice a day. The quartermaster received a consignment of clothing and blankets for some of the men of our regiment.

Friday, 21st. Took three powders and at night had another chill. Drank some capsicum tea. Slept pretty well.

November 21.–This is my twentieth birthday. Anna wanted to write a poem for the occasion and this morning she handed me what she called “An effort.” She said she wrestled with it all night long and could not sleep and this was the result: “One hundred years from now, Carrie, dear, In all probability you’ll [...]

NOVEMBER 21st.—It rained all night, which may extinguish Burnside’s ardent fire. He cannot drag his wagons and artillery through the melting snow, and when it dries we may look for another rain. The new Secretary is not yet in his seat. It is generally supposed he will accept. President Davis hesitates to retaliate life for [...]