This is mis-dated. March 25th was a Tuesday in 1862. It appears that Linn miscalculated and that this should have been Monday March 24th.I went to the Jenny — the Curlew runs over every fifteen minutes, just where the bridge was burned. I was one minute too late. Just then Lt. Shorkley and Lt. Gaulen came up in a boat, and as they told me there was nothing to be done in camp, and as my luxurious quarters last night gave me a cold, I concluded to stay. I acted as guide, and took them to see what remained of Gov. Lyon’s palace, the cemetery, and the car house. Then we went into a French bootmaker’s. Gaulen talked to him in his own tongue. Met Morris, who took us around to Gen. Reno’s quarters — a white house, nicely furnished. While here, a chaplain told us a romantic story of Dr. Cutter’s daughter, the brigade surgeon of the 2nd Brigade, who died this morning here of what they call the Roanoke fever. She had requested to be taken to Roanoke Island and buried beside a young man by the name of Plummer, whose real name was Lidd, and who was with John Brown in Virginia, and who had been attacked by some disease of the stomach.the night before. The battle of Roanoke, and died the same night. We went from there and dined at the Gaston House. Corn bread, rice soup, roasted Irish potatoes, and rice pudding was all [we had?] at the first-class hotel. [And?] a morsel of wheat bread.
