to stop at Cincinnati on their way hither.
Rode to Louisville this afternoon; in tile evening attended the theatre, and saw the notorious Adah Isaacs Menken Heenan.
The house was packed with soldiers, mostly of the Sixth Ohio.
It seemed probable at one time that there would be a general free fight; but the brawlers were finally quieted and the play went on. One of the performers resembled an old West Virginia acquaintance so greatly that the boys at once y'clepped him Stalnaker, and howled fearfully whenever he made his appearance.
Moved three miles nearer Louisville and encamped in a grove.
Have had much difficulty in keeping the men in camp; and this evening, to prevent a general stampede, ordered the guards to load their guns and shoot the first man who attempted to break over.
Have succeeded also in getting the officers to remain; notified them yesterday that charges would be preferred against all who left without permission, and this afte
arch on foot.
The martial band of the regiment is doing its utmost to keep the boys in good spirits; the base drum sounds like distant thunder, and the wind of Hughes, the fifer, is inexhaustible; he can blow five miles at a stretch.
The members of the band are in good pluck, and when not playing, either sing, tell stories, or indulge in reminiscences of a personal character.
Russia has been badgering William Heney, a drummer.
He says that while at Elkwater Heney sparked one of Esquire Stalnaker's daughters, and that the lady's little sister going into the room quite suddenly one evening called back to the father, Dad, dad, William Heney has got his arm around Susan Jane!
Heney affirms that the story is untrue.
Lochey favors us with a song, which is known as the warble.
Thou, thou reignest in this bosom, There, there hast thou thy throne; Thou, thou knowest that I love thee; Am I not fondly thine own?
Am I not fondly thine own?
Chorus. Das unda claus ish