[179] Sunday, November 17th.—Heard a sermon this morning from the eloquent Haskell; also in the evening from an old ‘hard-shell’ Baptist. November 19th.—Moved quarters to day. Have been very busy making our tents comfortable with plank floors. No dinner. November 10th.—Spent the morning writing, and reading Tookes's Pantheon. November 21st.—Arose early this morning; breakfasted by candle light, and rode two miles before sunrise. Solicited by members of Company H, Carroll's Tennessee regiment, to run for Lieutenant in their company. Received a box of good things from home, also a cot, two pillows, and a pair of spurs. November 22d.—The Yankee gunboats came down this morning and fired a few rounds, but hastily retired on the appearance of the little ‘Grampus.’ Great excitement was caused in camp by a report that the enemy had landed in force, and were marching upon us, but it seems that Belmont is yet too fresh in their memory for such reports to be true. November 23d.—Was agreeably surprised, while riding through Columbus to-day, to meet my mother. Dined with her on board the ‘Yazoo.’ She brought me two comforts. She returns to Memphis to-night. Sunday, November 24th.—Our military authorities seem to act on the principle, ‘the better the day, the better the deed,’ as Sunday is generally the day selected for moving. Moved our quarters into the house formerly occupied by General Cheatham. November 30th.—The soldiers are busy preparing log-huts for the winter. The ground is covered with snow. I am trying to redeem the time by reading. My books are Tookes's Pantheon and the works of Byron and Burns. Sunday, December 1st.—Winter's icy reign seems to be fairly inaugurated, and if we are to prognosticate the season by the first day we may look forward to three months of great suffering from cold weather. Have lost the day-allowed it to slip away without reading a chapter in my Bible. December 2d.—Snow fell to the depth of one inch this morning. My duties required me to be out on horseback all the morning. Spent the afternoon reading and writing. December 6th.—Ordered to report for duty to Dr. Currie at the hospital of the ‘Southern Mothers' Association for the Relief of Sick and Wounded Confederate Soldiers.’ My good mother is the
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