Thirteenth Massachusetts Volunteers were transferred to our regiment, one hundred and three in number.
We turned out at 4 a. m. and policed the grounds (i. e., cleaned them up); weather very warm.
, our corps commander, laid out camp, and we pitched our tents accordingly.
That day we held a Masonic meeting in one of our pits.
Turned in at 9 p. m. and slept all night.
Out at 4 a. m. Cool weather and a quiet day. At the lodge meeting yesterday it was voted to pay the funeral expenses of the late Colonel Davis
. Sunday, July 17.
Turned out at 4 a. m. Pleasant, warm, quiet.
I was detailed for fatigue from 9 a. m. to noon and from 6 to 9 in the evening. A whiskey ration was given out to-day (given sometimes on fatigue a gill to each man). I had one hundred men that night, and there were eight canteens, or twelve quarts, for me to give out. I dealt out one-half gill, and so had four canteens left.
I did this for fear some of the men would get intoxicated.
I lay down with the whiskey under my head, and must have fallen asleep, for when I woke the whiskey was gone.
It was easy to tell who stole it, for some half-dozen of the men were in a foolish condition.
That day we had an inspection by the brigade commander.
This was Sunday.
Our chaplain was Edward Beecher French
, an enlisted soldier, who was raised to chaplain.
We did not have much use for him in that campaign, as little was done in the way of trying to hold religious services.
We turned out at 5 a. m. A few drops of rain fell towards dark, after a day of threatening weather.
We have another inspection.
Captain Willard Kinsley
and I go down to a creek and take a bath.
We get back about 9 p. m. (Our position here was seventeen or eighteen miles from the James River
, and south of Richmond
We turned out at 5 a. m. I was detailed for fatigue, and relieved at 7 p. m. It rained all day. I had a letter from home, and wrote one in return.
We turned out at 5 a. m. Rain at intervals, but clearing at night.
At 9 p. m. there was some firing on our picket line, probably a quarter of a mile in front of us. The enemy