June, 1862.
June, 3
Have requested
General Mitchell to relieve me from duty as
Provost Marshal; am now wholly unfit to do business.
We have heard of the evacuation of
Corinth.
The simple withdrawal of the enemy amounts to but little, if anything; he still lives, is organized and ready to do battle on some other field.
June, 5
Go home on sick leave.
June, 25
There were three little girls on the
Louisville packet, about the age of my own children.
They were great romps.
I said to one, “what is your name?”
She replied “Pudin‘ an‘ tame.”
So I called her Pudin‘, and she became very angry, so angry indeed that she cried.
The other little girls laughed heartily, and called her Pudin‘ also, and then asked my name.
I answered
John Smith; they insisted then that Pudin‘ was my wife, and called her Pudin‘
Smith.
This made Pudin‘ furious, and she abused her companions and me terribly; but
John Smith invested a little money in cherries, and thus pacified Pudin‘, and so got to
Louisville without getting his hair pulled.
I saw no more of Pudin‘ until she got off the cars at
Elizabethtown.
Going up to her, we
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shook hands, and I said, “Good-by, Pudin‘.”
She hung her head for a moment, and tried to look angry, but finally breaking into a laugh she said, “I do n't like you at all any way, good-by.”
June, 27
Reached
Huntsville.
The regiment in good condition, boys well; weather hot.
General Buell arrived last night.
McCook's Division is here;
Nelson,
Crittenden, and
Wood on the road hither.
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