we took cars for Boston
Our knapsacks were slung for the first time and loaded with everything that it was possible to stow away.
Being anxious that my “best girl” should see me in the full garb of a warrior, I arrayed myself in heavy marching order and went to an ambrotype saloon to have my picture taken.
I have seen that picture since the war. In an ambrotype everything is reversed, so my musket is at my left shoulder, haversack and canteen on the wrong side,--in fact, I was wrong end to in every respect.
Our wagon train was larger than that of an army corps in active service.
Each company had a four-horse wagon, headquarters two, quartermaster four; I think there were twenty besides the ambulances.
We arrived in Boston
in the afternoon.
It was the second time I had been in the city, and as we halted on the Common, and no friend came to bid me good-by, the first feeling of homesickness came over me, and I began to realize that at last we were real soldiers and that the enjoyments of camp life at home were fast falling to the rear.
We went to New York by the Fall River
I had never been on a steamboat before and was very sick.
Landing in New York, we marched up Broadway
My knapsack weighed a ton and I was so sick that I could not hold up my head, yet dared not fall out for fear I should get lost.
We were marched to a barrack and given some thin soup and a testament.
I had already two testaments in my knapsack, but I took this, although I wished they had put a little more money in the soup and passed the testament.
I do not remember what route we took from New York, but we went part of the way by boat and arrived in Philadelphia
the next morning.