It has been a succession of rainy days. We have a nice cozy time indoors, but cant help thinking of McClellan’s army: it must be dreadful in that low swampy country. Lt Beaver and I strolled around town after morning drill. We saw two of Em French’s whores & several from the crow-nest. Shorkley’s & my visit to those celebrated places is unrecorded, but not unremembered. I never had such fun as the crow-nest afforded. There are three ladies that live down in a house with a porch in front that Beaver and I take occasion to pass every day - they are the only ladies we have seen in town. On Saturday, we met a Pollock from Reading, cousin of John’s wife - a corporal in one of the 4 companies of the 48th, which had been left at Hatteras, and came on here the other day. I met him in Philadelphia when Morris & I were there, and little dreamed of meeting him here. I might have seen him at Hatteras had I taken the trouble to go to Merifield but I did not know he was there.
