... Camp is in some degree itself again—But there was not one who did not feel the disappointment most keenly, even I who was unfit to go. The S. C. men felt almost as bad as the Florida. Serg't McIntyre sat crying like a child, handkerchief to eyes, several hours after our return. At first we expected to go when the Small pox had diminished . . . but it is now evident that not much more is to be...