From camp Pickens.[special correspondence of the Dispatch.] Camp Pickens, Manassas Junction, June 4th, 1861.
Sunday morning I commenced a letter to you in a strain but poorly suited to its abrupt termination.
In camp there is very little recognition of the Sabbath day, and in place of the sweet chimings of the church bells, calling to the house of prayer, the sound of the pick and spade, wielded by more than five hundred men, was heard about the entrenchments, to which I alluded in my last, and instead of the solemn invocation, "let us pray," the command, "fall in for guard," summoned nearly half of the First Regiment, now left in the camp, to that decidedly unpleasant duty.
In response to this call, I was forced to bring my letter abruptly to an end, being detailed for — as I consider it — the most disagreeable and unsafe of all sentinel duty, picket guard.
Irksome and trying, however, as are those duties, no exercise of authority is necessary, or even thought of, to