During the evening, Lieutenant-Colonel Colburn, of the Fifty-ninth, came to Colonel Russell's headquarters to see me in relation to having Sergeant Gibson commissioned. He spoke very highly of him. He wished to have him appointed major. Sergeant Gibson is now acting adjutant of the regiment. He also said there were men enough in the regiment to have a colonel commissioned and mustered in. I told him I had nothing to do with appointments; that, if the proper representations were sent to headquarters, I had no doubt they would receive a fair consideration by your Excellency. Nov. 1.—At ten o'clock, I started with Colonel Russell, on my way to the Second Corps; ‘Jack,’ a colored orderly, accompanied us. I had taken a friendly leave of Lieutenant-Colonel Logan, of the regiment, of the colored chaplain, ‘Elish’ and ‘Joe,’ orderlies detailed at regimental headquarters. On our way, we stopped at the headquarters of the Eleventh Regulars, which had been ordered to New York. Here I met Lieutenant Bentzoni, who was for many months stationed at Fort Independence, and other regular officers whom I knew. We stopped here about an hour, and then passed on to Major-General Meade's headquarters, my intention being to pass the night with Colonel Rivers, of the Massachusetts Eleventh. Our route lay for miles through the camps of the Second and Fifth Army Corps, Hancock's and Warren's. I had a pleasant interview with General Meade, who warmly urged upon me the importance of filling up the old regiments; more men are wanted, our lines are so greatly extended; necessarily so. Here I again met Brigadier-General Williams and Colonel Lyman, and, after a short conversation, parted with them, and passed on to the ‘Yellow House,’ which is the headquarters of General Warren, commanding the Fifth Corps. That is on the old Weldon Railroad, and was a tavern and depot-station, six miles from Petersburg. The General had gone to City Point; but a number of his staff were present, and I was kindly received. Within a stone's throw of the ‘Yellow House’ is the camp of the Thirty-second Massachusetts; I spent a short time with it, and gave directions about the rolls. This once-splendid regiment has suffered severely during the campaign of this year. Here I parted with Colonel Russell, who rode some eight miles back to his camp. He left with me his orderly ‘Jack,’ whom I found a very sagacious and intelligent man. We passed on to find the camp of the Massachusetts Eleventh, and, after a long search, we found it about seven o'clock in the evening. I stopped with Colonel Rivers in his tent that night. Nov. 2.—After breakfast, called with Colonel Rivers upon Brigadier-General McAllister, whose headquarters were near by, and had a
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