osities, wherein people ask for quarts of molasses, hymn-books, blue cotton, and Jaynes's pills!
The 5th Corps was passing along, as we stood there.
After a while we went across the country, by a wood road, to the church you will see south of Mrs. Tyler's. Close to Madison's Ordinary was one of those breastworks by which this country is now intersected.
A revival of the Roman castrum, with which the troops of both sides protect their exposed points every night.
This particular one was made be a lot of Indian sharpshooters, some full, some half-breeds.
They looked as if they would like to be out of the scrape, and I don't blame them. . . .
May 23, 1864
It was with regret that early this morning we left the fine clover field of Dame Tyler, and wended our way towards the North Anna.
We crossed the Mat (or what is called South River, I am not sure which, at any rate a mere brook), and kept straight on for Garrett's Tavern.
Grant, mounted on the purloined black pony, ambled along