This was another lovely day. The weather has been so delightful for the last week, that one does not feel like doing more than he can help - but let life float. We stuck all our tents to air them dry on the ground. We had our tents condemned the other day, and received Sibley tents this afternoon, but not in time to put them up. This forenoon Lt Beaver and I went to see our sick this forenoon. Smith is recovering slowly, & I think Bensinger & [Fike] are too. They are in the Regimental Hospital. Down at the Academy are Knode in the lower ward, Santo, Snyder & Harding in the upper, Knode told us he was so glad we had come to see them. I told him I had been down but couldn’t find him. I told him I had seen Harding the other day “Why wasn’t Harding killed where they attacked us here?” “No,” I said. “Well he lay here just as if he were dead” He evidently was not yet able to separate the real from the dream, and who knows how many fierce and bloody battles he had fought in his deliriousness and how much he suffered in them. Harding, was flushed, but sensible, though the Doctor told us not to talk to him much. My former friend, who mistook thunder for artillery was very talkative, & The Dr would not allow us to talk to him. The “Gaston House” is painted out and “Union House” painted In. Stetson of the Astor House is to keep it. As we passed there Capt Neil recognized, his clerk as one who had been clerk or treasurer of some New York club & found dishonest. He said he would rob him. This afternoon, Charles Mallory and I went across toward the Neuse. Between this & there is a half Moon and Star fort in process of erection, nearly completed. I suppose we will move north west in a week or ten days. This evening we were ordered to send all our sick down to the hospital who would not be able to march in four or five days. I should think the fortifications will be completed in that time.
