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               <fw> Friday 22</fw>
<lb/>               <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002">Annapolis, Maryland, Camp Burnside November</placeName> —<date> Friday, Thursday
                  22, 1861</date>
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               <name type="weather ">This is a bright fair day</name>. We got up about seven,
                  <objectName type="food">breakfast</objectName>, company drill, dress parade,
               supper brought &amp; is quickly through &amp; evening. Visited over to see our sick —
                  <persName key="Henry Miller" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper100">Henry Miller</persName>, <persName>Hogan</persName> &amp; <persName key="James A. Kelley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper045">Kelly</persName> in the <placeName>hospital</placeName>. Sent them <objectName type="food">tea and toast</objectName>. The <placeName>hospital</placeName>
               situation and the <placeName>hospital</placeName> arrangements are far from
               comfortable. Besides them lay <persName key="Charles Drainer" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper018">Charles Drainer,</persName> weakened down with a severe hemorrhage, &amp; not
               long for this world. He was with our <orgName>company</orgName> in the three months
               service &amp; was lately in <placeName key="Hagerstown, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl042">Hagerstown.</placeName> He has been discharged in the service, went out into
                  <placeName>town</placeName> to inquire for <persName key="Mrs. Monroe" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper229">Mrs. Monroe,</persName> but since he has moved away to take charge of
                  a<placeName> school</placeName> at <placeName key="Frederick, Maryland" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl038">Frederick.</placeName> His <persName key="Harrison Hause" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper139"> brother Harry </persName>has now charge of the <placeName>seminary</placeName>.
                  <persName> Col. Hartshorne’s lady</persName> was here this evening. The
                  <persName>Col.</persName> returned from <placeName key="Washington, D.C." ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl091">Washington</placeName> this evening.</p>
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               <date when="1861-11-23"> Saturday 23</date>
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            <p xml:id="a1">This morning when we got up it was <name type="weather">rainin<name type="weather"/>g and the <placeName>camp</placeName> was <name type="weather">wet and dreary</name>.</name> I felt as if I was glad it<name type="Weather">
                  rained</name> to get relieved. But it cleared off about <time>ten o'clock</time>.
               There was regimental drill but as our <objectName type="weapon">muskets
               </objectName>were freshly marked, I got excused, but we were out for dress parade
               &amp; had a march in review. We had the pleasure of welcoming <persName key="Seth Housel" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper071">Seth Housel </persName>back this afternoon, and this evening <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver </persName>returned, bringing all that we expected of him, <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">George Shorkley</persName> is lieutenant of the guard today. We had an
                  <objectName type="food">oyster pie</objectName> for dinner, but we were hurried
               &amp; didn't enjoy it.<objectName/>
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         <div type="entry"><dateline><date when="1861-11-24">Sunday 24</date>.</dateline>
            <p>The <name type="weather">day was gloomy</name> - sadly overcast - <name type="weather">air windy &amp; this evening it commenced snowing.</name> We had a
               preaching by our Chaplain. "Rebellion is as the sin of witchcraft," the text. This
               afternoon, <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkleley</persName>, <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> &amp; I took a stroll through the <placeName key="Navy Yard" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl057">navy yard</placeName>, <placeName>town &amp; </placeName>
               <placeName>cemetery</placeName>. Everything has an air of decay. </p>
            <p xml:id="a2">The <placeName key="Navy Yard" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl057">navy yard </placeName>does not look like it did when I first saw it last spring.
               The old Battery looks natural enough. So the <placeName>Cemetery</placeName>. There
               are the graves of the <persName>Randalls</persName>, [?] &amp; many old familiar
               names. As we came out of the <placeName>cemetery</placeName>, we met an
                  <placeName>officer</placeName> with a [squad?] of men from the cavalry Regiment
               going to dig a grave. </p>
            
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               <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002">Anapolis Md</placeName>. <placeName key="Camp Union" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l11">Camp Burnside</placeName>
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               <date when="1861-11-24"> Sunday 24</date>
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            <p xml:id="a3">This evening,<persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076"> Tom Grier </persName>and I went to the <placeName>Presbyterian
                  Church</placeName> &amp; came home through<name type="weather"> rain and
                  snow</name>. We saw several handsome ladies, one in particular. I got vaccinated
               yesterday, &amp; this evening it itches considerable I have two slight scars on my
               arm, but they are very slight.</p>
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                  <date when="1861-12-03"> Tuesday 3rd</date>
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               <p>We moved our <placeName>camp</placeName> from <placeName key="St. John’s College" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl080">St. John’s College</placeName> to about a mile &amp; a half from <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002">Annapolis</placeName>. We are now comfortably fixed with the only disadvantage
                  of a scarcity of <objectName type="food">water</objectName> — a very serious one
                  by the way. <persName key="Jeremiah Miller" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper048">Jeremiah Miller,</persName> one of our <orgName>company</orgName>, died last
                  night — about <time>eleven o’clock</time> — of hemorage of the lungs. We had
                  hardly expected it, though we were about getting his discharge. We had a grave dug
                  in the soldiers burying ground near <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002">Annapolis</placeName>. Our removal to-day prevented any discouraging effect
                  which might have been were it not for the excitement caused by it.We are brigaded
                  as [?] in the Second brigade of the Coast Division. <name type="weather">The day
                     was bright and fine though somewhat cold.</name> One of the <objectName type="equipment">tents </objectName>caught fire &amp; burned up a while ago. We
                  have given one of our <objectName type=" equpiment">wall-tents</objectName> to the
                  servants, &amp; have taken a common <objectName type="equpiment">tent</objectName>
                  for our kitchen &amp; <persName key="Dick Coulter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper025">Dick’s quarters</persName>. We have a <objectName type="equipment">sheet iron
                     cook stove </objectName>&amp; one also for our <objectName type="equpiment">tent</objectName> which makes it cosy and comfortable. I was officer of the
                  day yesterday. We received news of the death of <persName key="William Cameron" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper083">Will Cameron</persName> last Friday.</p>
            
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1861-12-04">Wednesday 4th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>We buried <persName key="Jeremiah Miller" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper048">Jerry Miller </persName>to-day with the honors of War - <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkly </persName>&amp; I went to the <placeName>Legislature</placeName> - they
               were swearing in the <objectName type="equipment">Speaker</objectName> &amp; Members
               of the House. Did not get out in time for Regimental drill.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-01-05">Thursday 5th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>Drilled all day. We raised a <objectName type="equipment">pole </objectName>for a
               play at the <placeName>Col's quarters</placeName>.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1861-12-06"> Friday 6th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">We were out bright &amp; early this morning &amp; just at
                  sunrise there raised the</name>
               <objectName>flag</objectName> the <orgName>band</orgName> playing &amp; then we
               cheered it. A brother of Man one of the privates. <persName key="Frank Porter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper032">Frank Porter </persName>&amp; <persName key="Lt. Abraham Hart" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper182">Lt Hart</persName> of the <orgName>2nd Phil</orgName> cavalry were here
               today.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1861-12-07"> Saturday 7th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">A bright, fine day again.</name> Nothing was done in
                  <placeName>camp</placeName> but policing. The boys brought evergreens, dug
               trenches &amp; now we have a most beautiful <placeName>camp</placeName>. I received a
               letter of introduction to <persName key="Thomas Holliday Hicks" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper077">Gov. Hicks</persName> from <persName key="Andrew Curtin" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmpler014">Gov. Curtin.</persName>
            </p>
            
            <fw>
               <date when="1861-12-07">Saturday 7th</date>
            </fw>
            <p>This evening I called, was agreeably received &amp; introduced to his
                  <persName>daughter</persName>. He is a portly fine looking
                  <persName>man</persName>, gray-headed &amp; evidently jovial.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1861-12-10"> Tuesday 10th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>Yesterday I was officer of the day &amp; took occasion by the leisure it afforded me
               to fix up pay rolls &amp;c. Last night I made the grand rounds, &amp; the greenness
               of the sentinels was amusing. One <persName>fellow</persName> stuttered &amp; when
               the <persName>sergt</persName> told him to say if the countersign is correct Advance
               grand rounds, he commenced with [The e - -?] it - it - oh shit - in his vexation he
               exclaimed. <name type="weather">Today was very fine as to weather</name>. We went out
               target firing for the first time this morning. <persName key="Peter Koser" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper067">Koser </persName>&amp; Neyh<persName/>art made the best shots - This evening
                  <persName>Jeremiah Miller's brother</persName> came here. <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">John Morris</persName> was acting adjutant at dress parade and did it well. The
                  <name type="weather">south wind is blowing</name> &amp; we will be apt to
                  have<name type="weather"> rain </name>soon. <name type="weather">We have enjoyed a
                  week of glorious weather.</name>
               <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">John Morris</persName> took <objectName type="food">tea </objectName>with, but we
               had to borrow a <objectName type="equipment">candle </objectName> from him to eat it
               by. <persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076">Tom Grier</persName> says his balls weren't big enough, they went just the
               target.</p>
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         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1861-12-11"> Wednesday 11th</date>.</dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">The morning was dark and lowering,</name> &amp; the forenoon
               passed with <name type="weather">wind and rain.</name> This afternoon cleared
               brightly, &amp; though somewhat <name type="weather">windy, </name>it was beautiful I
               was notified that I was appointed judge advocate in a Court of Inquiry demanded by
                  <persName key="Joseph Antoine Viguier De Monteil" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper061">Lt Col Vignier de Monteil</persName> of the <orgName>New York 53rd</orgName>
               commonly known as the <orgName>D'Epineuil Zouaves</orgName> , on charges proffered
               against him by his <persName key="Lionel Jobert D'Epineuil" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper064">Colonel D'Epineuil </persName>&amp; <persName key="Capt. W.W. Armstrong" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper183">Cap W.W. Armstrong </persName>of the same Regt. The charges are unofficer-like
               conduct, getting drunk &amp; speaking disrespectfully of <persName key="Lionel Jobert D'Epineuil" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper064">Col D'Epineuil</persName> - among the rest that he <persName>
                  D'Epineuil</persName> had never seen service - never anything that a common sailor
               - also that he ate breakfast at the same <objectName type=" equpiment">table</objectName> with his orderly. This Regiment dresses the same as the French
               imperial <orgName>Zouaves</orgName> - <objectName type="clothing">blue jacket trimmed
                  with yellow</objectName>, <objectName type=" clothing">blue scarf</objectName>
               around the waist, s<objectName type="equipment">kyblue pants</objectName> - bagging
               down to the knees - <persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076">Tom Grier</persName> asked 
               <fw>
                  <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002">Camp Union near Annapolist Md.</placeName>
                  <date when="1861-12-11"> Wednesday 11th</date>continued 1861</fw>
            </p>
            <p>one the other day whether he couldn't carry ten days rations in the seat of his
               pantaloons - <objectName type="equipment"> white leggings.</objectName>
               <persName>Tom </persName>took the notices of the Court of Inquiry over to <persName key="Lionel Jobert D'Epineuil" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper064"> D'Epineul</persName> - he saw his <persName>wife</persName>, a buxom French
               woman dressed in the full <objectName type="Clothing">Zouave costume</objectName>. </p>
            <p>We have a little black pup belonging to someone in the Regiment. He is called
               General, and is very playful. During the solemnity of the Dress parade, he got after
               the heels of <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Lt. Morris</persName>, acting adjutant - then he treed the
                  <persName>Colonel</persName>, and wound up with biting the heels of the Band, when
               they were beating off. The <persName>butler</persName> arrived this evening &amp;
               began by distributing a piece of <objectName type="other">tobacco</objectName> to the
               boys. There was a grand rush - for they were nearly starved for it. It has caused
               great rejoicing, as they think it an end to their troubles, &amp; especially as they
               were notified at dress parade that the paymaster would be along soon. <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> went to town - to attend meeting I suppose.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1861-12-12"> Thursday 12th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">This was a bright fine day though cold.</name> I put on my full
                  <objectName>uniform </objectName>and went to the <placeName key="Navy Yard" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl057">Navy Yard</placeName>, and attended the Court of Inquiry. The Col <persName key="Lionel Jobert D'Epineuil" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper064">Lionel jobert d'Epineuil</persName>, <persName key="Joseph Antoine Viguier De Monteil" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper061">Lt. Col. A.J. Vigeur de' Monteil</persName> witnessed.<persName key="Col. Alberto Maggi" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper163"> Lt. Col. Maggi</persName>, <persName key="(Capt.) Cipriano Ferrandini" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper184">Captain Cipriani</persName>
               <persName>Captain [blank]</persName>
               <persName key="William Cameron" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper083">,Major Cameron</persName>, <persName key="Capt. Willard" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper185">Capt. Willard</persName>, <persName key="Lt. Merriam" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper186">Lt.Merriam</persName>, <persName key="Capt. W.W. Armstrong" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper183">Capt. W.W. Armstrong</persName> - Board <persName key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">Lt Cols Bell</persName>, <orgName>51st Penn</orgName>, <persName key="Lt. Col. Robert B. Potter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper097">Lt. Col. Potter</persName>
               <orgName>37st N.Y.</orgName> &amp; <persName key="Col. Martin" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper168">Lt. Col. Martin</persName>
               <orgName> 11th Penn</orgName>. <persName key="Col. Alberto Maggi" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper163">Maggi</persName> was counsel for <persName key="Joseph Antoine Viguier De Monteil" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper061">Lt. Col. Monteil</persName>. He is an Italian. We had an interpreter <persName key="Maj. Legendre" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper121">Lt. Col. Legendre</persName>. We sat until near<time> three o'clock</time> and
               adjourned. I came out in time for dress-parade. <persName key="Lionel Jobert D'Epineuil" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper064">Col D'Epineuil</persName> invited me to <objectName type="drink">tea</objectName>. I went over to <persName key="Mr. Welsh" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper187">Mr Welsh</persName>, where he has his quarters, &amp; spent the pleasantest kind
               of an evening. The <persName>major</persName> is a jolly fat man: the Abbe, <persName key="(Capt.) Cipriano Ferrandini" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper184">Capt Cipriani</persName>, <persName key="Capt. Griffin" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper188">Capt Griffin</persName>. We had music. The Col sang - <persName key="(Capt.) Cipriano Ferrandini" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper184">Capt Cipriani</persName> &amp; the <persName>Col's wife </persName>- a french
               woman, who says her mother was English. They all speak English very well. I find what
                  <persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076">Tom</persName> told us about the <persName>Col's wife</persName> wearing
                  <objectName type="clothing">Zouave uniform</objectName> was a hoax - though I
               suspected it when I told it. I kept it up when I came home giving a full description
               of her. It was an eminently social evening. The lady sent for a <objectName type="other">little box</objectName> - french particolored <objectName type="other">fancy box</objectName> - and it was batted around - it had various
               colored confectionary - <objectName type="food">birds eggs = lozenges</objectName>:
               the Maj Cartel was a short <persName>clumsy man</persName> with a bald head and rat
               tail mustachios. He put me in mind of the Maj. in <persName key="Capt. O'Malley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper189">Capt O'Malley</persName>.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <placeName>Camp Union, Near Annapolis</placeName>
               <lb/>
               <date when="1861-12-13"> Friday 13th</date>.</dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">This was a bright fine day, clear but cold.</name> I went to the
               court of inquiry. The examination of <persName>Capt. Gilmore</persName> was concluded
               - then a sergt was examined and winding up with<persName> Maj. Cantel.</persName>
               <persName key="Col. Alberto Maggi" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper163">Maggi</persName> was very impertinent &amp; thought himself very cute. <persName key="Maj. Legendre" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper121">Maj. Legendre</persName> was calm &amp; passive. <persName>Maj. Cantel</persName>
               with his dumpy figure and rat-tail mustache got excited when<persName key="Col. Alberto Maggi" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper163"> Maggi</persName> asked him whether he considered himself competent to judge of
               the capacity of the <persName>Lt. Col.</persName> When we adjourned the french and
               Italian had a vigorous onslaught of words. They stood up to each other in the
               position of a soldier, &amp; blathered away, it was quite amusing. I got out in time
               to see the Division reviewed by <persName>Ge Foster</persName> - <orgName>8th
                  Connecticut</orgName>, <orgName>51st New York</orgName>, <orgName>51st
                  Pennsylvania</orgName>, <orgName>53rd New York</orgName>.<orgName>D'Epineuil
                  Zoauves</orgName>. The Connecticut were a [spiraling?] looking set - about 500 -
                  <placeName>New York</placeName> were another fine looking set. But the
                  <orgName>57th Pennsylvania </orgName>was the finest of all - better looking men,
               finer marching and the only regiment that went through the review in proper form. The
                  <orgName>D'Epineuil Zoauves</orgName> looked well - but they had a comical looking
               drum major, with an immense <objectName type=" clothing">bear skin hat</objectName>,
               &amp; a band that sounds like a dutch organ, &amp; a drum corps which was simply
               ridiculous. Our regiment passed in fine style &amp; passed once in review at double
               quick. The flat at the place where the reviewing <persName>officer</persName> stood
               was once carried by the <orgName>4th Connecticut</orgName> at Bulls run, <persName>by
                  Capt. Fowler's</persName> Company, now in the <orgName>8th Connecticut</orgName>.
               It has several bullet holes through it. An <persName>officer</persName> told me that
               it disappeared during the fight, &amp; they afterwards found that the carrier had
               skulked and hid it in the fence corner. There were several ladies on the field - one
               particularly handsome. It is quite a treat to see ladies. Our camp looked very
               beautiful from the field of review. Tomorrow the division is to be reviewed by
                  <persName>Gen Burnside</persName>, consisting of the two brigades <orgName>10th
                  Connecticut</orgName>
               <orgName>22nd</orgName>
               <orgName> 23rd</orgName>
               <orgName>27th Mass</orgName> in the first Brigade. The <orgName>twenty fourth
                  Mass</orgName> arrived at the <placeName>Navy Yard</placeName> this morning in the
               steamer Admiral.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1861-12-14"> Saturday 14th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>We were out early at <time>nine o'clock</time> for the Division Review. We were
               reviewed by <persName>Gen Foster</persName>, <placeName>Burnside</placeName> no
               having arrived. The day was splendid, &amp; there were eleven Regts of
                  infantry,<orgName> 21st</orgName>, <orgName>22</orgName>,<orgName>23</orgName>,
                  <orgName>24</orgName>, <orgName>27 Mass </orgName>
               <orgName>57th N.Y.</orgName>
               <orgName>61st</orgName> &amp; <orgName>11th Penn</orgName> 8th &amp; 11th
                  <orgName>Connecticut 33</orgName>
               <placeName>NY </placeName>
               <persName>D'Epineuil</persName> [?] &amp; the Ira Harris cavalry.</p>
            
            <fw>
               <placeName key="Camp Union" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l11">Camp Union</placeName>, <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002">Near Annapolis Md</placeName>
            </fw>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            <fw>
               <date when="1861-12-14"> Saturday 14th</date>
            </fw>
            <p>We got through by <time>two o'clock</time>. The performance of our
                  <orgName>Regiment</orgName> was admirable.</p>
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            <dateline> Sunday <date when="1861-12-15">15</date>
            </dateline>
            <p> Another <name type="weather">bright day</name> . <orgName>Company</orgName>
               inspection, <orgName>regimental</orgName> inspection and review, double quick with
                  <objectName type="equipment">knapsacks</objectName> . This evening, <persName cert="high" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" type="real">Beaver</persName> , <persName cert="medium" key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076" type="real">Tom</persName> , and I went to <placeName>Presbyterian
                  Church</placeName> . </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline> Monday <date when="1861-12-16">16.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p> Another <name type="weather">fine day, though somewhat cold and windy</name> . I was
               at the <orgName>Court of Inquiry</orgName> . Adjourned at <time>two</time> . I went
               into the <orgName>House of Delegates</orgName> . Heard two speeches on some
               resolutions with regard to the partition of <placeName key="Maryland" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl052" cert="high"> Maryland </placeName> ,
                  <placeName key="Delaware" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl021">Delaware</placeName> , and <placeName key="Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl089" cert="high"> Virginia </placeName> .
                  <persName key="William Cameron" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper083" cert="high" type="real">Cameron</persName> was fiercely denounced - and there was
               a secession speech denouncing <persName key="William Cameron" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper083">Cameron</persName> Administration, <persName key="Abraham Lincoln" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper136" cert="high">the President</persName> and all - the Gentleman from <placeName>St
                  Mary's</placeName> proclaimed the treason of <persName key="William Cameron" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper083" cert="high" type="real">Cameron</persName> . I did not go to dress parade. The
               news of the burning of <placeName key="Charleston, South Carolina" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l15">Charlestown</placeName> , and the demand of <placeName key="England">England</placeName> for the restitution of <persName>Mason</persName> and
                  <persName>Slidell</persName> came on us. I believe if there were anything which
               could rouse a great enthusiasm in the North, even greater, it would be the prospect
               of a brush with <placeName>England</placeName> . The old hatred lingers. We would do
               it as readily as the house nation would pitch into it. <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> and <persName>Little</persName> have went to town to visit the
               ladies. </p>
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         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline> Tuesday <date when="1861-12-17">17th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p> This is again another <name type="weather">bright fine day</name> . The
                  <orgName>court of inquiry</orgName> was ordered to be held at <placeName>Col.
                  d'Epineuil's headquarters</placeName> , at <placeName>Mr. Welsh's</placeName> .
                  <persName key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072" cert="high" type="real">Col Bell</persName> and I walked over. It warm enough to
               have the window open - the air clear and bracing. The Col called his wife down to
               have some music. She was dressed in a dark brown <objectName type="clothing">dress</objectName> faced with yellow, a red <objectName type="clothing">Zouave
                  cap</objectName> with yellow <objectName type="clothing">tassel</objectName> .
               After the Court adjourned <persName key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072" cert="high" type="real">Col Bell</persName> and I started out and after we got
               down the lane, we saw the Maj coming with <persName>Mrs D'Epineuil</persName> , she
               dressed in full Zouave <objectName type="clothing">costume</objectName> , which she
               told me belonged to one of the drummer boys. She said she was going with the
               expedition if <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Gen Burnside</persName> would permit - she thought if she dressed as a Zouave he
               would not object, as she would not be in the road She said she did not know what she
               would do if she were not to go along, as she had no relative or friend out of
                  <placeName>Europe</placeName> . I found a <objectName type="mail">box</objectName>
               from home, when I got back to quarters - <objectName type="clothing">shoes</objectName> , <objectName type="food">turkeys</objectName> , <objectName type="food">chickens</objectName> , <objectName type="food">butter</objectName>
               &amp; and an excellent <objectName type="mail">photograph</objectName> of Papa and
               Mother. <persName key="George McClellan" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper036" cert="high" type="real">George</persName> and I went to town this evening - found
               out nothing but that they were loading <objectName type="vehicle">transports</objectName> . 100 men are detailed from our
                  <orgName>Regiment</orgName> for Patrol duty, &amp; <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Lt Morris</persName> is detailed as the Lt of the <orgName>Guards</orgName> .
            </p>
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            <fw>
               <placeName key="Camp Union" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l11">Camp Union</placeName> near <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002" cert="high"> Annapolis <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> . </fw>
            <dateline> Wednesday <date when="1861-12-18">December 18. 1861</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">Still fine weather</name> . We went over to the <orgName>Court
                  of Inquiry</orgName> , we adjourned from the house to the <placeName>Col's
                  headquarters</placeName> . His <objectName type="equipment">tent</objectName> is
               nicely fitted up. Has a <objectName type="equipment">writing desk</objectName> like
               the one in my reading room. We examined witnesses for defence. The butler got us up a
               dinner of <objectName type="food">steaks</objectName> - there were large and we
               incontinently each ate one. <objectName type="food">Rice</objectName> and <objectName type="food">bread</objectName> constituted the other parts of the feast. The Col
               has a frame of wood put up around inside the wall <objectName type="equipment">tent</objectName> , &amp; instead of <objectName type="equipment">tent
                  pole</objectName> has two forked <objectName type="equipment">stakes</objectName>
               put up - this prevents the wind from affecting the <objectName type="equipment">tent</objectName> . We sat until late at night. <persName>Col. Martin</persName>
               spoke of the man that was shot for desertion at <placeName key="Washington, D.C." ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl091" cert="high"> Washington </placeName> -
               that the <objectName type="equipment">bullets</objectName> did not go through him,
               though the detail that fired were but 6 paces from him. <persName key="Col. Alberto Maggi" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper163">Col. Maggi</persName> explained it by saying that the <objectName type="equipment">bullets</objectName> of <objectName type="equipment">rifles</objectName> acquired their penetrating force only by passing through the
               air a certain distance - the wind - and they do not yet require that at six paces.
                  <persName key="Col. Alberto Maggi" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper163">Col. Maggi</persName> &amp; <persName key="Joseph Antoine Viguier De Monteil" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper061" cert="medium" type="real">Col Monteil</persName> said that they never went through
               a campaign in which they did not lose their baggage - when different divisions
               marched on the same line - got mixed, crossed each other, and the baggage one lost
               never reached their destination. I can easily see how it would be, from what little I
               know. A division or even a brigade hardly ever knew what regiments composed another -
               especially one division never knew what Regiments composed another &amp; baggage may
               be easily lost. I remember the night we went to <placeName key="Centreville, Maryland" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l14">Centreville</placeName> , several divisions came up and crossed each other. Our
               division got in between the <objectName type="vehicle">baggage train</objectName> of
               the <orgName>N.Y. Fire Zouaves</orgName> and their regiment - and their <objectName type="vehicle">baggage train</objectName> got in between mine. I had charge of
                  <orgName>Gen Franklin's brigade train</orgName> , and our division, &amp; I had
               some trouble to find our brigade. <persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076" cert="high" type="real">Tom Grier</persName> and I started to walk to town: the
                  <orgName>21st Mass</orgName> is relieved of their charge of the railroad by the
                  <orgName>11th Pennsylvania</orgName> . The guards of the latter were all drunk and
               unfit for duty - no wonder with the example set by <persName key="Dick Coulter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper025" type="real">Col. Dick Coulter</persName> We went into
                  <placeName>Dunkers</placeName> for <objectName type="food">oysters</objectName> :
               the Editor <persName>Baily</persName> &amp; <persName>Dr Jackson</persName>
               <orgName>11th Penna</orgName> - were talking and drinking -
                  <persName>Baily</persName> giving the Doctor an account of all the ills he
               suffered since he was a boy - especially that he had bad lungs &amp; a cough and
               never was free from it until he was afflicted with a fistula during the last [?]. The
                  <orgName>Legislature</orgName> was in session - they were just starting a vote on
               the resolution - Many of the members protested against the 6th some the 4th but voted
               aye for the sake of the message of the resolution. We returned about <time>twelve
                  o'clock</time> finding <persName key="Dick Coulter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper025" type="real">Dick Coulter</persName>s men drunker than ever. </p>
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            <fw>
               <placeName key="Camp Union" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l11" cert="high"> Camp Union <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>
               near <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002">Annapolis Md</placeName> . </fw>
            <dateline> Thursday <date when="1861-12-19">December 19th. 1861.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">Another bright, fine day</name> . We had another grand review by
                  <persName key="John Foster" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper055" cert="high" type="real">Gen Foster</persName> today. We formed on the parade about
                  <time>ten o'clock</time> . It was long tedeious and tiresome. <persName key="Thomas Holliday Hicks" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper077">Gov Hicks</persName> the Pres of the <orgName>Senate</orgName> and
                  <orgName>House</orgName> on <objectName type="nature">horseback</objectName> - and
               some twenty or thirty indiscreet members who walked. They got very tired, and when
               they got to our regiment <orgName>the 7th Regiment</orgName> they hung their heads
               like tired dogs, &amp; never looked up at us - one old fat fellow puffed and blowed -
               We made a calculation - that they walked 24 times across the field the length of the
               Regiment, and twice across along it, making a distance in the aggregate of three
               miles. I was a little bilious and our men were very tired standing there so long, -
               and did their marching rather carelessly - then having to march in review once in
               quick time and once a double quick - we were tired too - What must have been the
               State of the <orgName>Legislature</orgName> . <persName key="Lt. Col. Robert B. Potter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper097" cert="high" type="real">Col. Potter</persName>
               <orgName>N.Y. 51st</orgName> came and took <objectName type="food">dinner</objectName> with us and spent the afternoon, as also <persName key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">Lt. Col. Bell</persName> . We had a very pleasant time. He told us that <persName key="William H. Seward" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper028" cert="high" type="real">Sec. Seward</persName> was a very hard drinker - that is
               he was always sober before dinner but after dinner drank a great deal. He said he
               took him home from dining at <persName key="Lord John Russell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper060">Lord John Russell</persName>s, in <placeName>England</placeName> , in his
                  <objectName type="vehicle">carriage</objectName> very boozy. He uses <objectName type="nature">tobacco</objectName> excessively too. I noticed at <placeName key="Washington, D.C." ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl091" cert="high">Washington</placeName> at his levee that I thought he drank a good
               deal, but afterwards thought it was only because he was a high color. The Lt.Col.
               gave us a very comic description of a negro sermon preached in <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002">Annapolis</placeName> . Are not <placeName>Abana</placeName> and
                  <placeName>Pharpar</placeName> rivers of <placeName>Damascus</placeName> &amp;c. I
               forgot the rest: but he went on to describe the leprosy - called it a noble disease -
               appeared to have some idea that it was a disease peculiar to noblemen. In giving a
               description of the scene at the house - He sent the servant in: the servant comes
               out. Massa is in de inner room and can't be seen - When he was in the river - he says
               he wallowed and dived and wallowed and dived - &amp; when he had dived a number of
               times - his servant called and dive again Massa &amp; he dived - When the prophet
               told him to go bathe in the <placeName>Jordan</placeName> seven times - then a man
               bust out - Are not <placeName>Abana</placeName> &amp; <placeName>Pharpar</placeName>
               . The Lt Col was at our dress parade, but we did most miserably. Pride will have a
               fall. <persName key="George McClellan" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper036" cert="high" type="real">George</persName> &amp; <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> have gone to town to spend the evening. </p>
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            <dateline> Friday <date when="1861-12-20">20.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p> We went over to hold court, and had just been seated when we got the order to
               prepare for review. We adjourned and I got back just as the Regiment was moving off.
               The review was by <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008" cert="high" type="real">Gen. Burnside</persName> at last. <orgName>The New York
                  57th</orgName>
               
               <fw>
                  <placeName key="Camp Union" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l11" cert="high"> Camp Union <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>
                  , near <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002">Annapolis Md</placeName> . <lb/>
                  <date when="1861-12-20">December 20, Friday</date>, continued 1861. </fw> came
               just in time on double quick. <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Burnside</persName> is a fine, sharp, dark eyed looking man, and rode a beautiful
                  <objectName type="nature">horse</objectName> . He has black hair and whiskers
               along the side of the face. The review passed finely in the same order, as the other
               days I spent the afternoon in looking of <persName key="George McClellan" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper036" cert="high" type="real">McClellan</persName>s <objectName type="equipment">bayonet</objectName> exercise. This evening <persName key="James Gibson" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper047" cert="medium">Gib</persName> and I went to town, called at <placeName>Dr
                  Claude's</placeName> , to see <persName>Miss Burton</persName> , but she was not
               at home. Going along the street we met a miserable looking white man, worse with
                  <objectName type="drink">whiskey</objectName> , who was asking a negro wench to go
               home with. "I don't want company" "I can see myself home." We went into the
                  <placeName>National Hotel</placeName> but recently opened. I remembered the last
               time I was in here, sick and weak and miserable. I enjoyed the hospitality of
                  <persName>Mr Monroe</persName> and his pretty little wife. Last Spring - I had
               been officer of the guard all night - attack witih diarrahea - he took me there - put
               me in the nicest whitest <objectName type="equipment">bed</objectName> so it seemed
               to me - I had not seen a bed for three weeks - and told me to sleep until 2 o'clock
               when they dined - I had been in bed but an hour when he came and awakened me, saying
               that he was sorry to disturb me, but that orders to march had reached <orgName>the
                  Regiment</orgName> . I had been sent for. I jumped and with a alacrity, at which
               he seemed surprised - &amp; with a cup of <objectName type="drink">tea</objectName> I
               bid them goodbye - my last look was at his pretty wife. I got a glimpse of them as
               the Regiment marched past. He has gone to <placeName key="Frederick, Maryland" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl038" cert="high"> Frederick </placeName>
               where he has a female <orgName>seminary</orgName> in successful operation. He moved
               about two weeks before we came here. </p>
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            <dateline> Saturday <date when="1861-12-21">21st</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">A bright day, but much colder</name> . This evening on dress
               parade I felt the cold strike across my feet considerably. We finished The testimony
               of the <orgName>Court of Inquiry</orgName> about <time>one o'clock</time> . <persName key="Col. Alberto Maggi" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper163">Maggi</persName> in despite of his indignant protest of yesterday, because
                  <persName key="Joseph Antoine Viguier De Monteil" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper061" cert="high" type="real">Lt Col Monteil</persName> was put in close arrest, was
               back as counsel. We had <persName key="William Albaugh" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper081">Capt Allabaugh</persName> and <persName key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072" cert="high" type="real">Capt Bell</persName> at our tent to <objectName type="food">tea</objectName> this evening. Had <objectName type="food">roast
                  chicken</objectName> . <persName key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">Col Bell</persName> was in and told us that there were 19 <objectName type="vehicle">transports</objectName> lying in the bay. This looks favorable for
               our speedy departure. <persName key="Gen. Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086" cert="high" type="real">Gen Reno</persName> , a Pennsylvanian, is the Commander of
               our <orgName>Brigade</orgName> . Do we have 3 regulars of the finest reputation:
                  <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Burnside</persName> , <persName key="John Foster" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper055" cert="high" type="real">Foster</persName> and <persName key="Frank Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper102">Reno</persName> - who was instructor of infantry tactics at <placeName>West
                  Point</placeName> . <persName key="John Hartranft" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper056" cert="high" type="real">Col. Hartranft</persName> told us that he had received a
                  <objectName type="mail">letter</objectName> from the <orgName>paymaster</orgName>
               stating he would be here to pay us off on Monday. <persName key="Lt. Col. Robert B. Potter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper097">Lt Col. Potter</persName> is a son of <persName>Bishop Potter</persName> of
                  <placeName>Pennsylvania</placeName> , of the <orgName>Episcopal Church</orgName> .
            </p>
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            <fw>
               <placeName key="Camp Union" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l11" cert="high"> Camp Union <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>
               near <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002">Annapolis Md</placeName> . </fw>
            <dateline> Sunday <date when="1861-12-22">December 22. 1861.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">Another fine day, though cold</name> . Had company inspection at
                  <time>ten oclock</time> . Then we had orders to form our companies without
                  <objectName type="equipment">arms</objectName> and <objectName type="equipment">accoutrements</objectName> &amp; march to the parade ground, where we had a
               sermon by the <persName key="Charles Mallory" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper019" cert="high" type="real">Rev Mallory</persName> , our chaplain, "I am the way and
               the life" After <objectName type="food">dinner</objectName>
               <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> , <persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076" cert="high" type="real">Tom Grier</persName> and I went to town. We went by the
               wagon road to take a view of the camps though we commenced the adornment with
                  <objectName type="nature">ever greenes</objectName> and have the advantage of the
               situation the <orgName>yankees</orgName> have taken up the idea and have gone ahead
               of us. The <orgName>10th Connecticut</orgName> have archs wreaths &amp;c. The arch
               over the main street has an eagle with oustpread wings worked in <objectName type="nature">pine</objectName> . The <orgName>N. York 31st</orgName> have an arch
               in which 1776 worked in <objectName type="nature">pine</objectName> as also
                  <objectName type="equipment">flags</objectName> , and other <objectName type="equipment">devices</objectName> . We went down to the warf and saw the river
               covered with <objectName type="vehicle">vessels</objectName> some one told us there
               were twenty four <objectName type="vehicle">transports</objectName> . some are large
                  <objectName type="vehicle">side wheel steamers</objectName> - I noticed the
                  <objectName type="vehicle">New Hampshire</objectName>
               <objectName type="vehicle">New York</objectName> . Most of the others are painted
               black. I suppose they would not afford as fair a mark for <objectName type="equipment">artillary</objectName> as the white ones. As we came back up the
               railroad I noticed we saw a <objectName type="vehicle">train</objectName> bringing in
               the <orgName>7th Rhode Island Battery</orgName> . The preparations are so great that
               it is supposed that it will be ten days before we will be able to start. <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> staid in to attend church. <persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076" cert="high" type="real">Tom</persName> and I went into the yard of the
                  <placeName>Episcopal church</placeName> where there are several old <objectName type="equipment">tombstones</objectName> - rectangular <objectName type="equipment">tombs</objectName> of white <objectName type="nature">marble</objectName> . By itself at the corner of the church is one carved to the
               memory of <persName>Margaret Carroll</persName> , relict of <persName>Charles
                  Carroll</persName> , daughter of <persName>Matthew Tilghman</persName> , born
               January 15, 1742, died March 14, 1818. Over by the side of the church, was that of
                  <persName>Rebecca</persName> wife of <persName>Daniel Pulaney</persName> ,
               daughter of <persName>Col. Walter Smith</persName> died March 18. 1737. aged 47
               years. Enclosed in an <objectName type="equipment">iron railing</objectName> were
               those of <persName>William Bladen</persName> died August 9. 1718. <persName>Benjamin
                  Tasker Jun.</persName> late Secretary of <placeName key="Maryland" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl052" cert="high">Maryland</placeName> died October 17. 1760 aged 39. Honourable
                  <persName>Benjamin Tasker</persName> died 18. June 1768 aged 78, "which , tho of a
               constitution naturally weak and tender he attained through the efficiency of an
               exemplary temperance. At the time of his death he was President of the council a
               station he occupied 32 years. The offices of the agent and <orgName>Receiver
                  General</orgName> &amp; <orgName>Judge of the prerogative court</orgName> he
               successfully exercised." I observed the other day the <objectName type="food">chickens</objectName> roosting on the <objectName type="nature">branches</objectName> of a low <objectName type="nature">tree</objectName> over
               the latter tomb, and <persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076" cert="high" type="real">Tom</persName> scraped away the piles of excrement in
               order to decipher the inscription. It has <name type="weather">begun to rain</name>
               this evening about <time>nine o'clock</time> . </p>
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            <dateline>
               <placeName key="Camp Union" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l14">Camp Union</placeName> Near <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002"> Annapolis Maryland</placeName> December <date when="1861-12-23">Monday 23.
                  1861</date>. </dateline>
            <p>We went to <placeName>Lieutenant Colonel Potter's tent</placeName> &amp; heard
                  <persName>Lieutenant Colonel Maggi</persName> read <persName key="Joseph Antoine Viguier De Monteil" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper061">Lieutenant Colonel Viguier de Monteil's</persName> defence. It <name type="weather">rained</name> nearly all last night &amp; the greater part of the
               day. When I came back found the <placeName key="Camp Union" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l14">camp</placeName> in somewhat of an excitement, owing to the
                  <persName>paymaster</persName> having arrived. <persName>Maj Morill</persName> and
               his assistant <persName>Mr Morton</persName>. As there were some errors we had ours
               to make over - or rather for them as they had made most of the mistakes.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1861-12-24">Tuesday 24.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>Our company was paid off today. <persName key="Shorkly" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Shorkly</persName> received some 84 dollars, but <persName key="Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Beaver</persName> &amp; I got none, as they paid out to the <date when="1861-11-01">1st of November</date> &amp; we were not mustered in until the
                  <date when="1861-11-16">16th of November</date>. The first lieutenant received pay
               from the time he mustered in, but it was when we had 41 men, although not actually
               mustered in. We got in this afternoon and made our <objectName type="mail">payrolls</objectName> for <date when="1861-11-01">Nov.</date> &amp; <date when="1861-12-01">Dec</date>. This evening, <persName>Beaver</persName>
               <persName>Tom</persName> and I went into <placeName key="Annapolis" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml">Annapolis</placeName>. It was more lively than I ever seen it. We went to an
               Episcopal service. The <placeName key="episcopal church">church</placeName> is very
               beautiful inside, with <objectName type="equipment">arches</objectName> and
                  <objectName type="equipment">stained windows</objectName>, and the evergreen
                  <objectName type="equipment">decorations</objectName> were beautifully contrasted
               on the chaste <objectName type="equipment">white walls</objectName>. The children
               sang a Christmas carol after the service.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1861-12-25">Wednesday 25</date>.</dateline>
            <p>This was a <name type="weather">bright fine day</name>. Some of the
                  <orgName>companies</orgName> went into town under charge of a commissioned
               officer. We had almost a rebellion because we declined doing it. It was very
               fortunate we didn't. They had a dreadful row in town - some hundred of our men
               getting drunk, and having a free fight in the centre opening behind the <placeName key="episcopal church">Episcopal church</placeName>. <persName key="Gen. Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Gen. Reno</persName>, I hear, was drunk, got knocked down twice and a tooth
               knocked out. The dress parade was slim owing to so many absences. The detail from our
               Regiment was happily relieved today and returned to camp. We presented each of our
               men with a pair of <objectName type="clothing">white gloves</objectName>. They looked
               quite fine on dress parade. They appear to be satisfied that they did not get to
               town, especially when they saw that the <persName>Col.</persName> collected all the
                  <objectName type="equipment">old barrels</objectName> in camp, and made the drunk
               party shoulder them, and walk the sing. <persName key="Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Beaver</persName> &amp; <persName key="Shorkly" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Shorkly</persName> went to town this evening.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <placeName key="Camp Union" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l14">Camp Union</placeName> near Annapolis Md <date when="1861-12-26">December
                  Thursday 26, 1861</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>We had Regimental inspection today - <persName key="Col Sweitzer," ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Col Sweitzer,</persName> aide of <persName key="McClellan" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">McClellan</persName> inspected our arms - he caught us in a bad condition after
               our Christmas and hey day. We all received our new <objectName type="clothing">coats</objectName> today. <persName key="Bill Shaffley">Bill Schaffley</persName>
               from <placeName key="Lewisburg" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml">Lewisburg</placeName> came into camp today, from <placeName key="Lewisburg." ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml">Lewisburg.</placeName> He induced <persName key="Frank Beale" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper030">Frank Beale</persName> to resign his second lieutenancy. Sgt I think will succeed
               him.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1861-12-27">Friday 27.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <persName key="Tom Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Tom Grier</persName> &amp; <persName key="Lt. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Lt. Beaver</persName> were detached for signal service today &amp; reported
               themselves in town. <persName key="Charley Schaffley," ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Charley Schaffley,</persName> Lt in Company D, <persName key="captain Thoms">Capt
                  Thoms</persName>. <orgName>Chamberlain, 5th Reg Reserve</orgName>, came into camp
               this evening. He had a furlough for 48 hours from <placeName key="Washington, D.C." ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl091">Washington</placeName> and slipped off down here. <persName key="Bill Schaffley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Bill Schaffley</persName> and <persName key="Frank Beale" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Frank Beale</persName> went to <placeName key="Washington, D.C." ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl091">Washington</placeName> this morning. The <name type="weather">weather was cold
                  and windy</name> and drilling was disagreeable, beside that the men had lost
               considerable by the inaction of the past few days.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1861-12-28">Saturday 28.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>We had a drill this morning - But <persName key="Col. Hartranft" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Col. Hartranft</persName> &amp; <persName key="Col Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Col Bell</persName> happened to go away, and we were ordered to drill the manual.
               It was <name type="weather">exceedingly cold</name>, so we had to double quick to get
               warm. Unfortunately for me <persName key="Gen Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Gen Reno</persName> came on to the <objectName type="equipment">drill</objectName> ground just as the other companies were gone, but I was still
               there, &amp; he saw us go into the <objectName type="equipment">manual.</objectName>
               I apologized by stating that we never got our <objectName type="equipment">muskets</objectName> until the day we left <placeName key="Harrisburg" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml">Harrisburg</placeName>, &amp; we had to pay most attention to marching to keep up
               with the <orgName>Regiment</orgName>. He made the remark to <persName key="Col Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Col Bell</persName> that we must drill more in the manual, &amp; mentioned
                  <orgName key="Company H">Co. H.</orgName> I felt badly all day about it. He caught
                  <persName>the Col</persName> &amp; <persName>Lt Col</persName> as bad, absent from
               camp. He inspected Adjutant <persName>Bible</persName> dry. Bible is a fellow that
               don't know anything and knows too much. <persName key="Gen Hatch">Gen
                  Hatch</persName> stood us up wonderfully. I went to town with <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">John Morris</persName> this afternoon, who felt gay, because he had just been
               appointed aide du camp to <persName key="Gen Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Gen Reno</persName>. We took a look at the <objectName type="vehicle">transport
                  fleet</objectName> - then took <objectName type="drink">tea</objectName> at the
                  <placeName>City Hotel</placeName>. There we saw <persName key="Gen Hatch" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Gen Hatch</persName> a short red faced gray haired man.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1861-12-29">Sunday 29.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>We had a <orgName>company</orgName> inspection - then <persName key="Gen Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Gen Reno</persName> came &amp; <persName>the Col</persName> understood from him
               that we were to embark tomorrow at twelve o'clock. We were busy this afternoon
               razeeing down our <objectName type="equipment">baggage</objectName>. <persName key="George" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">George</persName> &amp; <persName key="Gib" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Gib</persName> went <placeName key="episcopal church">to church</placeName> this
               evening. I stayed at <placeName>home</placeName> and wrote some <objectName type="mail">letters</objectName>. We feel quite good in the prospect of marching,
               if only we were a little better drilled.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <placeName key="Camp Union" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l14">Camp Union</placeName> near <placeName key="Annapolis Md" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml">Annapolis Md</placeName>. <date when="1861-12-30">December 30. Monday 30.
                  1861.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>We discovered today that we misunderstood the order; that it was that
                  <orgName>Commander of Regiments</orgName> should hold themselves in readiness to
               march on twelve hours notice. So we spent the day as usual in drill. On Saturday, the
                  <orgName>Regiment</orgName> received new coats - &amp; now look like soldiers, and
               make a fine appearance. <persName key="Frank Beale" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Frank Beale</persName> returned from <placeName key="Washington," ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml">Washington,</placeName> and bid us goodbye. I sent my <objectName type="equipment">gold watch</objectName> home with him, and bought his <objectName type="equipment">silver watch</objectName>: paid him in full for it - $20.
                  <persName key="Tom Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Tom Grier</persName> has been detailed as clerk to the Assistant Adjutant
                  <persName key="Reno." ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Reno.</persName>
            </p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1861-12-31">Tuesday 31st</date>.</dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">Still bright fine weather</name>. We were mustered today. Nearly
               700 men out or more perhaps - dressed in their best. We made a splendid appearance.
               They are drawn as in review, in open order - The rolls are called - each man comes to
               a support and as his name is called comes to a shoulder and then to an order. Every
               man must be accounted for whose name is on the rolls. We then had inspection and
               review - As we were marching in review <persName key="Gen Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Gen Reno</persName> &amp; staff, <persName key="Lt Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Lt Morris</persName> on his gallant bay. <persName key="Lt Reno," ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Lt Reno,</persName> &amp; <persName key="Gen Park" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Gen Park</persName> commander of the third brigade came in. They complimented our
               marching. <persName key="Lt Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Lt Reno</persName> told <persName key="Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Beaver</persName> in town that <orgName>company H</orgName> marched finely, and
               were well drilled. <persName key="Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Morris</persName> told us that they all said we did the finest drilling of any
               Regiment in the expedition, &amp; they had been around to all the <placeName type="camp">camps</placeName> today. We had Regimental drill during the afternoon.
               We think we are still improving. During the muster this morning - it was warm and
               pleasant. The parade ground is large &amp; level, and the slight frost melting made
               part of it greasy. The sun was bright and fine - the arms glistening in the sun, and
               a solemn stillness resting on the whole scene. Then came rushing across the field a
               big boar, his bristles sticking up, and after him two n____ and two dogs; the boar
               grunted, the dogs barked, &amp; the n____ made all sorts of noises. The hog, as usual
               with hogs, ran just the opposite way they wanted to drive him - indeed the plan of
               action, between the dogs the n____ and the hog, was so complicated, that it was
               impossible to tell which way they wanted to drive him - after a performance
               unequalled by any circus I have ever seen, they retired and the audience, the whole
               regiment was convulsed with laughter. I had my
               likeness taken today. This evening we had our school of sergeants and corporals. I
               could not help thinking how differently we would all have spent it if we were at
               home. The <orgName>Zouaves</orgName> rebelled today and would come out on muster.
               &amp; this camp was put in charge of two <orgName>companies</orgName> of the
                  <orgName>Connecticut Regiment</orgName>. Thus endeth the <date when="1861-12-31">year 1861</date>. I cant remember how the last day of last year was spent, but
               I'm sure that I never dreamed of being in <objectName type="equipment">canvas
                  walls</objectName>, so far south as to have <name type="weather">splendid
                  weather</name>. One of our men returned who had been to <placeName key="Union County" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml">Union County</placeName> on furlough. I now commenced on the other side of
                  <placeName key="Baltimore" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml">Baltimore</placeName> &amp; in <placeName key="Union County" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml">Union County</placeName> there was sleighing. Here it about like the pleasant
               days of October I will now close this up and start anew - &amp; send this home.
                  <persName key="Tom. Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Tom. Grier</persName> is not with us &amp; we feel like as if we were waiting for
               him all the time. </p>
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            <dateline>
               <placeName key="Camp Union" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l14">Camp Union</placeName> near <placeName key="Annapolis MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml">Annapolis MD</placeName>
               <date when="1862-01-01">January 1862</date>
               <date when="1862-01-01">Wednesday 1.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>This was a <name type="weather">warm fine day</name>. We had squad and company drill,
               Regimental and dress parade and that took up the major portion of the day. I never
               saw a New Year day so pleasant and beautiful in weather. We drew new <objectName type="clothing">caps</objectName> and distributed them. This evening it has become
                  <name type="weather">exceedingly windy</name> - it blows like a gale around our
                  <objectName type="equipment">tent</objectName> up here on the hill, but we are
               safe enough yet. I don't know how it will be before morning. We have some funny
               characters in our <orgName>company</orgName>; so different and of all sorts and
               shades - such as it is said are required to make up a world. From <persName>the
                  Captain</persName> to <persName key=" Dick Langly " type="servent">Dick
                  Langly</persName> our servant, from <persName>Wilter</persName> the tallest man
               down to <persName>Beur</persName> the smallest, from <persName key="Nyhart" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Nyhart</persName> the orderly to <persName key="Campbel" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Campbell</persName> the 5th Sergt, from <persName key="Allison" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Allison</persName> the tallest corporal to <persName key="John Dawson" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">John Dawson</persName> the shortest, we have grades and shades which make a
               wonderful variety in the <orgName>company's</orgName> components. <persName key="Campbell" type="chaplain">Campbell</persName> is nicknamed the Chaplain,
                  <persName key="commodore">Stewart</persName>, the Commodore, <persName key="Adjutant">Phillips</persName>, the Adjutant &amp; so on.
                  <persName>Phillips</persName> is a small blackhaired man, about 35, and is always
               looking on the best side of everything. Bully for that, is his expression, for
               everything good bad and indifferent. He is religious, and on inspection has his
               knapsack arranged, like a little old womans, and his little stock of religious books
               quietly paraded. He is careful of his person, earnest in drill, marches with his
               little toes turned up, and has a wheezing little cough, half affected, which he
               indicates his whereabouts night and day. He uses it to attract attention, he has a
               queer cozening way of edging up to you, sort of a way of stroking you like a cat the
               ways the [?] [?], when he wants anything of you. He does everything you want him to
               do, does it with alacrity and pleasure, and at the same time quietly parades
               everything he does, the mannaer in which it is done and completeness before you, so
               that you lose none of its excellence. <persName>Stewart</persName> is a tall clumsily
               made fellow, with hands like shovels, good natured, ignorant, never seen beyond the
               blue ranges of his nature valley, always eating, &amp; spends all he has for
               eatables. Ask for him, the answer will most probably be, at the sutlers, or [?] they
               make fun of him, but he is good-natured, only his expressiveness makes him easily
               imposed upon. I received a <objectName type="mail">letter</objectName> from <persName key="Annie" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Annie</persName> and one from <persName key="Amelia Dansen" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Amelia Dansen</persName> this afternoon. <persName key="George" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">George</persName> and I boxed up our useless stuff to send home. </p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-01-06">Monday January 6 1862</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <date when="1862-01-05">Yesterday</date>, Sunday, we knew that we were to break camps
               and embark. We were busy making preparations: packing and fixing. About four o'clock
               the paymaster came. We had the mail signed, and towards seven o'clock were paid. We
               had orders to cook three days provisions, but they did not draw provisions until late
               in the evening, and the men were nearly all night cooking. It commenced to <name type="weather">snow</name> a little on <date when="1862-01-04">Saturday</date>
               night, was <name type="weather">cold</name> and <name type="weather">blustering</name> during yesterday, <name type="weather">sleeted</name> during
               the night. It was hard work. Besides the <objectName type="nature">wood</objectName>
               gone wet, and the men had to go to the <placeName key="woods">woods</placeName> and
               get <objectName type="nature">wood</objectName>. Then we were busy bringing up
                  <objectName type="equipment">packages</objectName> for the men to send <objectName type="mail">money</objectName> home. This morning dawned a wintry scene - <name type="weather">snow</name> about two inches. Our beautiful <placeName type="camp">camp</placeName> was soon destroyed - It was wonderful what amount of <objectName type="vehicle">truck</objectName> gathered on our housekeeping for six weeks. The
               men gathered <objectName type="equipment">boxes</objectName> and <objectName type="equipment">barrels</objectName> and made bonfires. <persName>Seth
                  Housel</persName> was dispatched to town with the <objectName type="mail">money
                  packages</objectName> amounting to some fifteen hundred dollars. The little ground
               moles that burrowed about our tent we had to bid fare well - our shrubbery, urch
               &amp; I went to the Bonfires. About twelve o'clock the general beat, and we marched,
               leaving only marks of where we had been. Lots of n____ around gathering the odd ends
               of <objectName type="food">crackers</objectName>, <objectName type="clothing">old
                  shoes</objectName> &amp; other things which necessity made us wasteful of. We
               marched through town, and at the centre at the <placeName key="episcopal church">church</placeName>, <orgName key="Companies C, A, K, L">Companies C, A, K &amp;
                  L</orgName> separated, carrying with them the old Fourth colors, now attend to
               51st and so command of <persName key="Lt Col Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Lt Col Bell</persName>, marching to the <placeName>city wharf</placeName> to
               embark on the <objectName type="vehicle">Scout</objectName>. The rest of us went down
               into the <placeName key="Navy Yard" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl057">Navy Yard</placeName>, and after little delay we embarked on the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack steamer</objectName>. This is a fine ocean <objectName type="vehicle">steamer</objectName> and the officers have the ladies cabin for
               quarters. Most of my company are in the state rooms. But the poor fellows left with
               the <objectName type="equipment">baggage</objectName> have not come on board yet. The
               officers have no baggage and nothing to eat. We managed to get a poor cup of
                  <objectName type="drink">tea</objectName>. The scene in town was awful. The shop
               keepers were set crazy and many in despair closed their stores. Everything was bought
               out. The bakers were fairly demented. The express office gave out and drove everybody
               away. All the troops here were paid off - everybody was saying - the <orgName>21st
                  Mass</orgName> got drunk. Every fellow that could get <objectName type="drink">liquor</objectName> got &amp; how was a mystery to us. Sunday was an awful day in
                  <placeName type="town">town</placeName>. Stores closed - troops marching -
               everybody on the street. Tonight it is a beautiful scene on the water: we got aground
               and had to be towed off - We drifted down the stream - It is a bleak wintry night -
               the waters dark - the river full of black hulled <objectName type="vehicle">vessels</objectName>, with their signal lights aloft. The ships full of men, the
               bands playing - the sound of the fiddle, the song and shout of the men. If we only
               had something to eat. The reporters for the press, six of them, occupy a <objectName type="equipment">table</objectName> and state rooms - a <objectName type="equipment">table</objectName> by themselves, with little <objectName type="mail">slips of paper</objectName> written full - Then they had a meal -
                  <objectName type="drink">coffee</objectName> and <objectName type="food">ham</objectName> fried, which was particularly tan-talizing to us. We ate a full
               breakfast this morning, but a breakfast don't last all day. We have luxurious
               quarters down here, but after all one's comfort should very materially on the
               arrangements made for your stomach. My <objectName type="equipment">canteen</objectName> full of <objectName type="drink">water</objectName> tastes
               delicious. <persName key="Richard Bell">Dick</persName> filled it for me at the
               spring just before we started. Our Brigade now consists of the <orgName>21st Mass
                  51st N.Y.</orgName>
               <orgName>51st Penna 19th New Jersey 1240 strong 69th New York.</orgName>
               <persName key="Tom Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Tom Grier</persName> goes with <persName key="Gen Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Gen Reno</persName> on the <objectName type="vehicle">Northerner</objectName>. As
                  <persName key="Seth" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Seth</persName> could not get into the <placeName type="office">Express
                  Office</placeName>, <persName key="Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Beaver</persName> gave my <objectName type="mail">package of money</objectName>
               to steamer $340 of my own, $50 of <persName>Vandine</persName>, $40 <persName key="Seth's" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Seth's</persName> &amp; $30, in all. We fortunately carried our <objectName type="clothing">knapsacks</objectName> with us, in which I have my <objectName type="equipment">portfolio</objectName>, &amp; <objectName type="equipment">writing material</objectName>, <objectName type="equipment">cigars</objectName>,
               and a <objectName type="clothing">blanket</objectName>: so that we are comfortably
               better off than the other officers. We managed to get 30 <objectName type="food">loaves of bread</objectName> - so that we are not starved - but it would be a
               luxury to have our <objectName type="drink">coffee</objectName> hot, and that
                  <objectName type="food">boiled ham</objectName> that we have in the <objectName type="equipment">camp chest</objectName> together with a morsel of <objectName type="food">butter</objectName>.</p>
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<div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>On board Steamship Cossack Tuesday <date when="1862-01-07">January 7 1862</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>I slept splendidly last night and we turned out about seven o'clock. We began to
               wonder where breakfast was to come from, when <persName key="George Shorkley" role="Lt">Lt. Shorkley</persName> was appointed commissary
               for the officers, and under his energetic supervision we had breakfast dinner and
               supper. He and <persName cert="medium" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" type="real">Beaver</persName> were out nearly all day laying in a stock of provisions. The
               ship <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName> was formerly the <objectName type="vehicle">Eastern City</objectName> and is now painted black - it was
               evidently painted white before. It is an ocean <objectName type="equipment">steamer</objectName> I think used between
               Portland, Maine &amp; Boston or New York. It is about 300 feet long and sixty wide.
               The lady's cabin, the officers quarters, is about 30 or more feet long - has
               thirty berths, - Brussels <objectName type="Furniture ">carpet</objectName> - dainty <objectName type="Furniture ">curtains</objectName> - recess - a<objectName type="Furniture "> washing place</objectName> -
               large <objectName type="Furniture">mirrors</objectName> &amp; otherwise like all those large <objectName type="vehicle">steamboats</objectName>. This was a <name type="Weather">bright</name> fine day, and this evening the moon is shining over the waters - the <objectName type="vehicle">ships</objectName> and
               <objectName type="vehicle">steamboats</objectName> with their signal lights - the <placeName key="Hatteras Light House" cert="medium" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl046">light house
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="medium"/></placeName> - the <name type="Snow">snow</name> covered banks -
               make a lovely scene - add to this the bands in every <objectName type="vehicle">ship </objectName>are playing - ours is
               now playing Dixie - they played it first before the general was beaten - as we
               left our camping ground yesterday. I amused myself up on deck with my <objectName type="Equipment ">glass</objectName> - then
               reading a message from the sea. The<name type="Weather"> wind was pretty high</name> this morning: it rocked
               our <objectName>boat</objectName> very slightly. I felt the dizziness without exactly knowing exactly what
               it was until I look out of the <objectName>windows</objectName> and saw the waves running pretty high. We
               have everything embarked and ready except our horses. Another regiment came down
               from <placeName cert="high" key="Washington, D.C." ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl091">Washington, 
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>I think a<placeName cert="high" key="Connecticut" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl017"> Connecticut </placeName>regiment, so that all are now embarked. The
               British ship <objectName key="ship ">Imolita</objectName>, 37 Armstrong <objectName type="equipment">guns</objectName>, is lying off the light house. Her
               officers were in town - <persName key="Capt. Hancock" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper095">Capt Hancock </persName>- and they told their officers that they had
               been sent to bring away <persName>Lord Lyons,</persName> had not the difficulty been settled. The
               British ungenerous exaltation over what they call our back - out, will only serve
               to increase that American feeling for a fight, which will burst out in violence
               some of these days. We have now an immense army - soldiers training for fight, and
               they will need employment. I received two <objectName type="mail">letters</objectName> by this mornings mail, one from
               <persName>John</persName> and one from <persName cert="medium" key="Laura Sheller Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper016" type="real">Laura</persName>. When I come to think of it, it seemed like yesterday that
               I received it. This day has been long and short. <persName cert="high" key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">John Morris</persName> was in and told us,
               that <persName>Gen Reno,</persName> had been so heartily disgusted with the 21st Mass. for being
               generally drunk, that he threatened to remove his staff from the Northerner to our
               boat. <persName cert="high" key="Major Clark" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper096" type="real">Maj. Clark </persName>urged him to wait till this morning, when he said if it were no
               better he would do so. <persName key="John Morris">Morris</persName> looks as gay riding around in the little boats as he
               does on his bay. He is very popular and the men think if any thing can be done
               <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris</persName> will do it. I was just coming down stairs to hunt berths for some men, when
               I met the officers of the <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> rushing up stairs. I went out to the side &amp; saw them lower the captain's gig in hot haste. I went out to the other side and
               heard the most agonizing scream of drowning men "I'm drowning" "let go my legs"
               &amp; I waited until the officers returned. They reported they had rescued four
               men, one clinging to the wheel and three on the surf <objectName type="Equipment ">boards</objectName>. The side wheel
               <objectName type="equipment">steamer</objectName> run over a<objectName type="Equipment "> boat</objectName> of the Chasseur, loaded it is said with 23 men nineteen of whom
               were saved. I was in harrowing suspense until I found out that it was not one of
               our <objectName type="vehicle">boats</objectName> but returned with three of our men just after it happened. Part of the
               8th Connecticut
               ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl017"&amp;gt;Connecticut are on board the Chasseur. It was bright moonlight - we could see the
               men struggling in the water, and their screams were awful. I heard on firm manly
               voice raise above the din of the confusion, "Keep cool its all right" and at once
               it all seemed to subside. The side wheel <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> has been considered the nuisance of
               these waters running in to every one. It must have been gross carelessness to have
               run into the <objectName type="vehicle">boat </objectName>on such a night as this.</p>
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         <div type="entry">
            
            <head>
               <date>
                  Wednesday January 8.
               </date>
            </head>
            <p>There is a square rigged brig lying out near us, which was captured on New Year's
               day endeavouring to run the blockade off the mouth of <placeName key="James River" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl100">James River
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>. I just learned
               the distinction in <objectName type="vehicle">ships</objectName>. A schooner is a <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> with 2 masts without yards. A
               square rigged brig has two masts and yards. A hermaphrodite brig has two masts,
               one with yards. A ship has three masts witih yards. A bark three masts, two with
               yards. We learn this morning that the men in the <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> last night, run over by the
               wheel-bound <objectName type="equipment">steamer,</objectName> were all saved &amp; doing well. They were of the 27th Mass.
               Those supposed to be lost were on shore &amp; returned to the <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> this morning.
               First serj Nyhart hurt, on recommendation of the surgeon, need a furlough for
               sixty days, and has resigned his serjantry. This <objectName type="equipment">vessel</objectName> is the former <objectName key="ship ">Eastern City,</objectName> now named the<orgName key="Their Ship"> Cossack.</orgName> She is 237 feet long and 30 feet beam.</p>
            <p>It is really a beautiful sight on deck. There are some forty <objectName type="vehicle">ships</objectName> and <objectName type="equipment">steamers</objectName>.
               The day is <name type="Sunny">
                  <name>bright</name>
               </name>- the<name type="Windy"> wind </name>blowing <name type="Sunny">brisk</name>, waters sparkling in the sunlight. The
               Scout is just now 3 o'clock P.M. towed up - containing the balance of our
               Regiment. It is said we will start at four o'clock. The steamers have their steam up. The first brigade is distinguished by a red <objectName>flag</objectName>. The second by a blue
               <objectName>flag</objectName>. The latter is ours with no. 2 on it. The Scout is numbered 8. Everything
               looks brisk and lively. We have been hourly in expectation of moving. As it was
               growing dark, a boat came around our bow - I was walking on <objectName>deck </objectName>- <persName cert="high" key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057" type="real">Lt Morris</persName> voice
               sung out - "<objectName key="ship ">Cossack</objectName>" "Aye Aye" I yelled. "<persName role="Colonel" key="John Hartranft" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper056">Col Hartranft</persName> on board" "Yes sir" "Call
               him out". And the message was that the Captain should keep a good look out for
               three<objectName type="equipment"> rockets</objectName> - Then the first <objectName type="equipment">gun</objectName> would be a signal for the first brigade to
               move: Two <objectName type="equipment">guns</objectName> for the second. We have drill in the manual on deck during the
               day. I received a <objectName type="Readable ">letter </objectName>from <persName cert="medium" key="Annie Catherine Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper015" type="real">Annie</persName> and one from <persName cert="medium" key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051" type="real">John</persName>.<persName> George</persName> rec'd his <objectName type="equipment">pistol</objectName> and
               <objectName type="clothing">shoes</objectName> from <placeName cert="high" key="Philadelphia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl069">Philadelphia.
                  </placeName> He told me that there was a large crowd around the Express
               office, &amp; happening to catch the Agents eye, he gave him the Freemason sign,
               and was waited on immediately. Otherwise he might have waited all the day. We
               spent most of the afternoon on deck, looking at the gay scene. My marine <objectName type="equipment ">glass</objectName> is
               a very useful auxilliary in our pleasures, and we are as much pleased with it
               as any children with their <objectName type="Equipment ">toys.</objectName> One of the notable characters among our <orgName>Officers</orgName>
               is <persName cert="medium" key="Linn John Blair" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper007" type="real">Lt Blair.</persName> He is the man that things dress parade a humbug, and his own careless
               unofficer appearance indicates his tastes - the size of his<objectName type="clothing"> shirt</objectName> collar is a
               wonderful and sticks straight out - pointed - like his black eyes - like his nose, like
               his disposition - sharp, pointed, cutting. He is extreme in all his views -
               expresses everything in a sharp way. He always turns up in any discussion; he
               dislikes adjutant, and hammers him unmercifully. The Adjt is slow at repartee.
               <persName role="Lieutenant" key="Linn John Blair" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper007">Blair</persName> has been Lt of the Guard today and his oddities and eccentricities have
               appeared in a very prominent manner. He has demonstrated on <persName>Lloyds</persName>
               <objectName type="mail">map</objectName> that our
               <objectName type="vehicle">ship</objectName> the <objectName key="ship">Cossack</objectName> is to land at<placeName key="Apalachicola" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl101"> Apalachicola</placeName> and go up and take possession of
               the <placeName key="Florida" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl102">Railroad at Talahassee</placeName> - <persName role="Lieutenant" cert="medium" key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072" type="real">Lt Col Bell </persName>is to [stand?] at<placeName cert="high" key="Florida" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl102"> Cedar Keys - Florida
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>
               - with the "Scout" and hold the road there - &amp; then the United States
               holding Fernandina - then we had possession of <placeName key="Florida" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl102">Florida</placeName>. Our steam is up &amp; we
               will probably be off tonight.</p>
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            <head>
               <date when="1862-01-09">Thursday January 9 1862. Steamship Cossack.</date>
            </head>
            <p>I was wakened this morning about six o’clock by the cry of a “man overboard.” That cry is fearful enough at any time, but to be waked out of sleep, in the dark of the morning, and hear it — and the cries of the drowning man, and that gulping noise he makes as he is swept rapidly by the <objectName type="equipment">stern</objectName> of the <objectName type="vehicle">ship</objectName>. However, I was not startled. I got up, however, and tried to look out the <objectName>window</objectName> of <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002" cert="medium" type="real">Shorkly’s</persName> berth. He was turned round and said there was no use in getting up; we must get used to these things.I went out to the back <objectName>window </objectName>and saw a number of little <objectName type="vehicle">boats</objectName> flying about. One husky voice — salty — I remember the first time I heard such a voice, the night we came down from <placeName cert="medium" key="Maryland" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl052">Perrysville to Annapolis
                  </placeName> last spring, when we were hailed by the <persName>Cumberland</persName> and ordered to haul under his <objectName type="equipment">stern</objectName>. I have noticed it since in all sailors. This husky voice called out, “Keep the lad up! Keep the lad up!” Then again another, just as husky, cried out, “I’ve got him!” “Heave him up!” “Put your arm around me, lad!” Then I knew he was safe. In the army, when they speak to a man, they say “my man”; on sea “my lad.”The three <objectName type="equipment">rockets</objectName> went up about seven o’clock, then one <objectName type="equipment">gun</objectName> fired, and the first brigade got under way. Then two <objectName type="equipment">guns</objectName>, and our brigade started about a quarter past eight. We have two<objectName type="vehicle"> ships</objectName> in tow — 7 &amp; 8 — 8 is the Scout with the balance of our regiment. <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Gen. Burnside</persName>, in a small <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> with eight or ten oarsmen, went shooting about from ship to ship, cheered by all of us as he passed. He had a common cavalry <objectName type="clothing">hat </objectName>and gum<objectName type="clothing"> coat</objectName>. The bands saluted as he passed; we waved our <objectName type="clothing">hats</objectName>; the men cheered. On each <objectName type="vehicle">ship</objectName>, as it started, the band commenced playing “Dixie.”I have spent most of the morning out looking at the fleet. How proudly they plough their way. Our <objectName type="equipment">vessel</objectName> seems the staunchest and fastest sailor. I recognized <persName cert="high" key="Lt. Col. Potter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper097" type="real">Lt. Col. Potter</persName> on one of the ships (3), waved my hat to him; he turned to his men, did something in dumb show — but we heard a cheer burst from them, and we cheered in return.We passed the English Imolita off the <origPlace key="Lighthouse">lighthouse.</origPlace>
               <placeName>England</placeName> is rousing a terrible feeling in our hearts. There will be a great war some of these days. I can’t keep it down in myself. The officers spoke of it with an ill-concealed glare, that it was an insult to have that lying there. The ill-concealed exultation of the British, and their mentioning with such satisfaction that there are so many French war <objectName type="equipment">vessels</objectName> on our coast, is making up the desired indignation in the breasts of those most opposed to war and least blood-thirsty in feeling. At five bells, at two o’clock afternoon, passed<placeName cert="high" key="Patuxet River" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl103"> Cove Point, Drum Point, and the mouth of the Patuxet River
                  </placeName>.This evening, at the request of <persName key="Henry Bentley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper098">Bentley</persName>, reporter for the <orgName>Philadelphia Enquirer,
                     </orgName> I wrote out a list of our company with their residences and took it up to his room. He introduced me to <persName>McDonald,</persName> the reporter for the Commercial Advertiser. <persName cert="high" key="Capt. Bennet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper091" type="real">
                        Captain Bennet,</persName> captain of my boat, came in and told us to come out and see a beautiful sight. He took us to the stern of the <objectName type="equipment">ship</objectName>, and see the wake of the <objectName type="equipment">ship.</objectName> The moon was not very bright; the waters like dark green glass — a wake as broad as the ship, as straight as an arrow, extending as far back as the ships we had in tow, boiling and foaming white. It was indeed beautiful.We went back to the reporter’s room. <persName key="Capt. Bennet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper091">Bennet</persName> gave us a succinct history of his life — 22 years at sea; master of a ship at 18 years of age; keeper of the <placeName key="Minot Ledge Lighthouse" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl104">Minot Ledge Lighthouse</placeName>; saved by being accidentally away when it washed into the sea, where he lost all his <objectName type="mail">charts</objectName> and <objectName type="mail">drawings</objectName>, having been three times around the world — which were peculiarly valuable to him. Joined his fate with <persName>Mayor Wood</persName> of <placeName cert="high" key="New York" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl061">New York
                           </placeName>; captain of the 5th Ward police; went into the Custom House; had his head cut off for his connection with Mayor Wood; and with difficulty, and owing to his personal acquaintance with <persName>Welles and Burnside</persName> and his position here, he was superintendent of the outfitting of this fleet at New York.He has a little boy, ten years old perhaps, that cried to go along.<persName cert="high" key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008" type="real"> Burnside</persName> happened to be by. The boy said he would carry <objectName type="equipment">cartridges</objectName> and do many other things. <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Burnside</persName> told him to take him along, and he would allow him rations.While we were standing on the hurricane deck this evening, the sky was mottled white, with long dark <name type="Cloudy ">streaks</name> along the western<name> sky.</name> Bentley came over the sailors’ rhyme: “A mackered sky and mare’s tails make waves high, and covers the ship’s sails.”</p>
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         <div type="entry">
            
            <docDate when="1862-01-10">Friday January 10 1862.</docDate>
            <p>The <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> stopped last night about eleven o'clock on account of the density of the
               <name type="Foggy">fog</name>. This morning the fog was still very thick, could not see fifty paces ahead.
               About nine o'clock there were signs of clearing &amp; the Captain ordered the
               <objectName type="equipment">engines</objectName> to get up steam. We are still thirty miles from <placeName key="Hampton Road Center" ref="https://sws.geonames.org/7276160">Hampton Roads</placeName>. Some time
               after we started, we had dinner at half past 12 o'clock, and we went on deck. Soon
               we saw the masts of <objectName type="equipment">vessels</objectName> looming through the fog. Then the red light boat, the Kiptopeke, <placeName key="Sewells Point" ref="https://sws.geonames.org/4784950">Sewells point</placeName> and <placeName key="Fort Monroe, Va." ref="http://viaf.org/viaf/126688669">Fortress Monroe</placeName> There were three men of war - the
               sailors manned the yards and cheered. We cheered in return. We soon recognized
               some of our acquaintances. The <placeName key="New York" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl061" cert="high">New York
                  </placeName>, <placeName>New Brunswick</placeName>. We dipped our <objectName>flag</objectName> as we
               came in. We anchored off the fortress toward <placeName key="Sewells Point" ref="https://sws.geonames.org/4784950">Sewall's point.</placeName> The ripraps are a heap of
               rocks out to the left of us, with some stone walls, 2 stone houses, and some <objectName type="equipment">poles</objectName>
               with <objectName type="equipment">ropes</objectName> stretched. I saw but one cannon perched up pointing toward <placeName>Sewall's point</placeName>.
               It looked an acre or so in extent, and is exactly like the summit of <placeName>Mount Washington</placeName>. <placeName cert="high" key="Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl089">Willoughby
                  </placeName> point was [?] on the red light <objectName type="vehicle">boat.</objectName> The day cleared, but
               it was still <name type="Smoky ">smoky</name> - we looked with interest upon the places we had so often read
               about. We were all soon in the cabin preparing our letters to send <placeName key="Lewisburg">home</placeName>. I wrote
               one to <persName key="Margery, Aunt" ref="http://viaf.org/viaf/68693074" cert="unknown" type="identifiable">Aunt Margery</persName>, one to the Chronicle and one to <persName key="Annie" ref="http://www.wikidata.org/entity/Q566893">Annie</persName>. We went up after
               supper, but saw nothing but a <objectName type="vehicle">gunboat</objectName> out towards <placeName key="Sewells Point" ref="https://sws.geonames.org/4784950">Sewalls point</placeName>, used as a
               <objectName type="vehicle">watch-boat</objectName>. <persName key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">Lt Col Bell</persName> came on board and took tea with us. It was so <name type="Foggy">foggy</name> that
               we could see nothing until we entered<origPlace> Hampton Roads.</origPlace>
               <placeName key="Virgina " ref="https://sws.geonames.org/4784950">Sewalls Point</placeName> is a long low
               reach of sand, covered with woods. I could see a house and barn a mile perhaps
               from the point. We could not distinguish anything at all on the point, except that
               the sand appeared who reached up along the edge of the wood, but that may have
               been done by the action of the waves. The fleet here is not so imposing in
               appearance, as up at <placeName key="Annapolis, Md." ref="http://viaf.org/viaf/123791303">Annapolis</placeName> - perhaps because the harbor is wider. <persName cert="unknown" type="identifiable">Hassenflug</persName>,
               and <persName key="Smith, John" ref="http://vocab.getty.edu/ulan/500006468">John Smith,</persName> the Col's servant were the only ones that were sea-sick. The adjutant has a great time with his consolidated reports, and each Captain has to
               make one every time, to rectify mistakes &amp;c. It is the great bore of all of us
               and especially the adjutant. <persName key="Blair" ref="http://www.wikidata.org/entity/Q12785963">Blair</persName> remarked that he expected that the adjutant,
               when he died, would take the form of a consolidated report.</p>
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            <dateline><date when="1862-01-11">Sunday 11.</date></dateline>
            <p>This was a <name type="weather">bright fine day</name>. A lot of us got into a <objectName type="vehicle">surf boat</objectName> and went to shore. We
               first went to the <placeName>Fortress</placeName>. It is immense and the number of cannon surprised us. I
               think it is a mile and a half around the ramparts, and encloses 80 acres. In the
               inside are houses for officers and quarters, and trees - live oak. The <orgName>10th N.
                  York Vols</orgName> or <orgName>National Zouaves</orgName> are quartered in it. Their <objectName type="clothing">uniform light blue</objectName>, with pink selvage trimming. We saw the <objectName type="equipment">Union Gun</objectName> down on the beach, 12 inch bore, and
               the Floyd lying beside it, not mounted. There are an immense number of <objectName type="equipment">guns</objectName>, many
               of them ten inch, lying outside. 150 at least are mounted. Grass is grown over the
               piles of ball inside. From one side we saw <placeName>Camp Hamilton</placeName>, and the ruins of
               <placeName>Hamilton</placeName> - nothing but the stacks of chimnies standing up, like ghosts. We went to
               a store - a little store but got everything you asked for. I got some <objectName type="equipment">drawing
                  paper</objectName>. The grocery also furnished everything wanted at very advanced prices
               however. <persName>Capt. Cook</persName>, formerly of the <orgName>old Fourth</orgName> met us on the beach and came over
               and took dinner with us. I amused myself trying to sketch the ripraps - but the <objectName type="vehicle">vessel</objectName>
               kept swinging around and I was so slow that I did not succeed &amp; wound up my
               labors sketching a hermaphrodite brig lying near us. As the Adjt. came in <persName>Blair</persName>
               says "There comes consolidated report." "Consolidated Bible" says <persName>Mallory.</persName> "Bound
               in calf" says <persName>Blair</persName>. The <objectName type="vehicle">Scout</objectName> and the <objectName type="vehicle">Brig</objectName> that we towed sailed somewhere this
               afternoon. Part of the fleet is gone. We have to coal - 25 tons &amp; take in
               water yet - 100 tons of coal last six days. Do we go up the <placeName>Potomac</placeName>? Up the <placeName>James River</placeName>? We have our bay pilot on board yet. Captain says he won't know but his pilot
               will be changed. 1/2 past nine o'clock. P.M. <persName>Lt. Reno</persName> just came in, and gave
               orders to get upstream and start. It may be interesting, hereafter, to note our
               conjectures. <persName>Rodamel</persName> asserts that we will not go out of <placeName>James River</placeName>. <persName>Bently</persName>, the
               reporter, says we are going to <placeName>Lynhaven Bay</placeName> - behind <placeName>Norfolk</placeName>. <persName>Beaver</persName> asserts that
               we go to <placeName>Savannah</placeName>. The Col. said that we go to sea.</p>
            
            <fw>Saturday January 11.</fw>
            <p>Ten o'clock P.M. anchor heaved and we start. The water in the roads smooth as
               glass but it heaves now that we are out in the bay. The Col, rec'd sealed orders,
               merely told us that we were going to sea. <persName>Blair</persName> gets the prop but can't fish it
               yet. The Col. says he will tell us our destination in the morning. The commissary
               says that there are no better [?] than we have. The chief engineer has been on
               this boat 8 years, plying in the stormy coast between <placeName>Portland</placeName> and <placeName>St. Johns</placeName> that she
               was thoroughly overhauled at <placeName>New York</placeName> before coming to <placeName>Annapolis</placeName> - so that so far
               as good steamanship, good enginners and a staunch boat can carry us we will go
               safely. 12 o'clock, our bay pilot takes leave of us at the light ship, and we
               steam out into the [?]</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline><date when="1862-01-12">Sunday Jan 12.</date></dateline>
            <p>We got awake this morning, with rocking <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName>, <name type="weather">dense fog</name> - many with sick
               stomachs. Some acknowledged it - others got quietly into their bunks and staid
               there. <persName>Beaver</persName> went to his bunk and was sick all day. <persName>The Col</persName> was struck suddenly
               after breakfast. Down in the hold and up on deck it was still worse. We stopped on
               account of the density of the fog and laid by until afternoon. We saw the <objectName type="vehicle">Picket</objectName> with
               <persName>Gen. Burnside</persName> on board. I felt a little reely after breakfast but an hour or
               two on deck settled, and this evening I feel splendid. This afternoon <name type="weather">it cleared off</name>, and I enjoyed the ride very much. We could see the low coast line to our
               right about two miles, strewed with the wrecks of ships. Toward five o'clock we
               came opposite <placeName>Cape Hatteras</placeName>, <name type="weather">the wind blowing hard, and the sea very rough</name>. There
               were several attacks of sickness - <persName>Beaver</persName> being out most of the afternoon, retires
               in intense disgust. We are now lying an and off <placeName>Cape Hatteras</placeName> waiting for a pilot.
               I was on the <placeName>Hurricane deck</placeName> at sunset - it was delightfully exhilarating - <name type="weather">rising and falling with the waves</name> - the spray breaking over the bow - <name type="weather">the sunset was very beautiful the orange and sapphire</name> - the ashes of roses - the long low sand beach of
               <placeName>Cape Hatteras</placeName>, with its white shaft of <placeName>Light House</placeName>.</p>
            <p>
               <persName>Blair</persName> was officer of the day today - and luxuriated in the full reign of a sound
               stomach. The adjutant was sick as well as the sentinels at guard-mounting - &amp;
               <persName>Blair</persName> goes up and cooly tells them that no one should get sick without a written
               permit signed by the Colonel. The white sea birds followed in our wake a long
               while this afternoon on their untiring wing. We saw the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName> as also the
               <objectName type="vehicle">City of New York</objectName> off <placeName>Cape Hatteras</placeName>. One of the Reporters told me that it
               was that ship, but I rather suppose it is one of the blockading fleet. Along what
               is called <placeName>Bald Beach</placeName>, the wrecks of vessels are very numerous. One Schooner
               apparently lately wrecked, and what we took to be a tent pitched back of it. The
               ship is rolling heavily this evening, and it is said we will have to stay outside
               all night. <persName>Mr. Mallory</persName> told me this morning that they had heard in the <placeName>Fortress</placeName>
               yesterday afternoon the destination of the fleet - that the news came through
               directly from <placeName>Norfolk</placeName> - that we were to go to <placeName>Hatteras Inlet</placeName>, and our object was
               to blow up some locks of some canal, to prevent the egress of a Rebel expedition
               fitting out at <placeName>Norfolk</placeName>. It is said that there is a canal between <placeName>Norfolk</placeName> and
               <placeName>Albemarle Sound</placeName> - I can't find anything on the maps I have with me, but I think
               there is what is called the dismal swamp canal. The Col's orders were to enter
               <placeName>Hatteras Inlet</placeName> and wait. It seems strange that we can keep the intelligence only
               from our own sailors. I was told by the World reporter that the notice of a
               traitor being found in the family of a distinguished military officer, was that of
               <persName>Adjt. Gen. Thomas</persName>, and his daughter was the one implicated. This information must
               have come through some such source. <persName>Thomas</persName> is a Virginian by birth and residence
               and on the breaking out of the war sent his slaves to <placeName>Kentucky</placeName>. I was told also,
               by the same man, that on Friday night, one of the officers detailed on the signal
               corps, was arrested endeavouring to escape over to <placeName>Sewalls Point</placeName>, in a <objectName type="vehicle">small boat</objectName>,
               having with him all the signals to be used in the expedition. I see by Colton's map the <placeName>Dismal Swamp Canal</placeName> marked.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline><date when="1862-01-13">Monday Jan 13.</date></dateline>
            <p>When I woke up this morning the <objectName type="vehicle">ship</objectName> was pitching and rolling very much. Every one
               almost was sick. I went out to wash, and came back for a touch when it struck me
               about the pit of the stomach - I got outside &amp; got well enough, until I came
               in to get breakfast - &amp; had to rush out, and got up all the bile in me.
               About ten we arrived opposite <placeName>Hatteras Inlet</placeName> &amp; in a half hour crossed the bar
               and anchored opposite <placeName>Ft. Clark</placeName>. I could not help laughing at the woe begone
               expression of the countenances for the last few days; <persName>John Smith</persName>, the Col's
               servant suffered particularly. <persName>Dick</persName> was sick too until we stopped inside the bar.
               <persName>Cap Snyder</persName>, <persName>Lt Gaulen</persName>, <persName>Beaver</persName> and several others were sick all the time. The
               Col. was also in best most of his time. I had a sort of tremulous fear of it,
               until last night, when though there was a <name type="weather">good deal of high seas</name>, I felt so well
               that I had given up all expectation of being sick. During the night there was a
               <name type="weather">severe wind</name>, and nearly every one on the <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> was sick. I however slept through it
               all - toward morning I wakened up by being nearly pitched out. I had no suspicion
               of my own fate until I got up. I found <persName>Dick</persName> rolling around the floor, and after
               the most ridiculous attempts falling over my trunk pitching in to <persName>Capt Shawl's</persName>
               <objectName type="food">bread basket</objectName> with my head, and seeing <persName>Capt. Shawl</persName> immediately after make a motion
               as if he were going
                to die, and landing head formost among a pile
               of trunks. I steadied myself with one arm around a post, and managed to get my
               stock on. I then went out to wash - &amp; coming back was seized with a burning
               sensation in the pit of the stomach and commenced gaging: I rushed out, but it
               ended in gaging. I went out on the side of the stern and lay there watching the
               fleet. We were farthest out, just opposite <placeName>Cape Hatteras</placeName>. Between us and the shore
               was a white steamer, the <objectName type="vehicle">Eastern Queen</objectName>, the <objectName type="vehicle">George Peabody</objectName>, having the little
               propeller <objectName type="vehicle">Picket</objectName> in tow, and several other steamers following behind. They were in
               the worst of the <name type="weather">rolling waves</name>, and rolled and pitched wonderfully: we could see
               them roll down until the sides were covered. We could see <persName>Gen. Burnside</persName> standing
               on the Deck of the <objectName type="vehicle">Picket</objectName>, seemingly unaffected. The propellers rolled like logs.
               We soon stood in towards shore, and crossed the bow of the <objectName type="vehicle">Peabody</objectName>. A splendid
               steamship came up past us, the <objectName type="vehicle">Spaulding</objectName> - the little gunboat pilot came out, she
               hailed us, and asked our draft - 8 feet replied the Captain - "Too much sea to
               cross the Bar." Our paddles stopped, but the <objectName type="vehicle">Spaulding</objectName> &amp; <objectName type="vehicle">Picket</objectName> made a dash.
               It was a splendid sight - The <name type="weather">waves rolling</name> and chasing each other until they
               broke in madness, dashing high the spray - the <objectName type="vehicle">Spaulding</objectName> went through, and we
               followed hard after her, getting in before the little <objectName type="vehicle">Picket</objectName>. I stood on the
               <placeName>hurricane deck</placeName> as we went through. Even our big boat pitched so that we had to
               hold fast. But just before this I had been down aft - <persName>Foster</persName> came out pale and
               dizzy looking - <persName>John Smith</persName> stuck his out of a little window - had colored in hue -
               each making desperate efforts to relieve the stomach. <persName>Foster</persName> recovered and
               proposed to go in to breakfast. I consented - went in - took a piece of <objectName type="food">ham</objectName> -
               &amp; was waiting for <objectName type="food">bread</objectName> - when I was seized with an intense nausea - I started
               aft - fell over a trunk overset the Col's table, which went down with a tremendous
               clatter - &amp; succeeded in getting out to relieve myself of considerable bile.
               Since then I have been perfectly well, except being weak from not having eaten
               anything. Four o'clock we had dinner and a hungrier set of men were never seen -
               Some had not eaten for two days. I feel most splendidly now. All have recovered
               &amp; are in fine spirits. This is a dreadful <name type="weather">windy</name> place. We interested ourselves
               in watching the other ships come through the inlet. Very few of the sailing
               vessels have come through, owing to the <name type="weather">head winds</name>, and are riding outside. But
               nearly all the steamships have arrived, and the harbor looks lively. The point is
               a low beach of sand - <placeName>Fort Clark</placeName> near the point, with one or two board houses on it.
               The inlet is but a quarter of a mile wide and very dangerous. The book prescribes that no one should go in without a pilot. When we reached <placeName>Cape Hatteras</placeName> last evening, we turned back and ran north until midnight &amp; then
               turned passing the light house at the Cape about nine o'clock. The <orgName>48th Penn Reg</orgName>,
               <persName>Col Nagle</persName> is on this place garrisoning <placeName>Ft. Clark</placeName>.
            </p>
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            <dateline><date when="1862-01-14">Tuesday January 14.</date></dateline>
            <p>It <name type="weather">blowed fearfully</name> and those outside the bar last night must have had a severely
               rolling time last night. The little <objectName type="vehicle">Picket</objectName>, used by <persName>Burnside</persName> as his ship, is owned
               by her Captain, named <persName>Ives</persName>, who is a wealthy man, and offered his services and
               boat to the Government without pay and received a captain's commission. The <objectName type="vehicle">steamship New York</objectName> is fast on the bar. <name type="weather">The surf is so bad</name> that the tugs
               can't get near it. And the captain won't allow a boat to go ashore. The officer's mess is out of provisions. We have no <objectName type="food">meat</objectName> &amp; came down to the last scrapings
               this morning. There is a little fellow, nominally a servant of <persName>Capt. Blair</persName>, as
               peculiar as <persName>Blair</persName> too, goes by the name of <persName>Bucktail</persName>. He is about 15 years old,
               with small, turned up features, wears a <objectName type="clothing">belt with a bayonet &amp; scabbard</objectName>, large
               <objectName type="clothing">blouse</objectName> and large <objectName type="clothing">pants</objectName>. He is from <placeName>Tyrone</placeName>. Father &amp; Mother dead, all from
               <placeName>Tyrone</placeName> - got into camp at <placeName>Harrisburg</placeName>, in the employ of some of the serjts - &amp;
               one night about ten o'clock came up to <persName>Blair's</persName> tent, saying that they had turned
               him out. He started with ten cents - bought <objectName type="mail">newspapers</objectName> &amp;c - <persName>Blair</persName> lent him five
               dollars at <placeName>Camp Union</placeName>: because with his little capital he had to go to town so
               often to replenish - He has paid that back - &amp; has now some ten or fifteen dollars.
               The other day he got terribly sea sick and someone told him to take a dose of <objectName type="food">salts</objectName>.
               He came in and wanted <persName>Blair</persName> to get him a dose, &amp; could hardly be persuaded to
               the contrary. I think his name of <persName>Bucktail</persName> came from his having some kind of an
               animals tail pinned on to his <objectName type="clothing">hat</objectName>. The <name type="weather">wind has blown stormily</name> all day. A little
               gun boat dragged her anchor and has come against us twice. We have just heard this
               evening that the <objectName type="vehicle">Scout</objectName> with other sailing vessels have come in. The <objectName type="vehicle">steamship
                  City of New York</objectName> is still aground - they cut away her mast, and her smokepipe came down
               this afternoon. Of all desolate looking places this beach is the most desolate.
               Those that hold her must have a very disagreeable time. We are getting down to the
               originals in our officers' mess. We have no <objectName type="food">soft bread</objectName>. At noon we had <objectName type="food">pea soup</objectName> and
               <objectName type="food">hard bread</objectName>, and the adjutant fished up a little bunch of <objectName type="food">butter</objectName> out of his <objectName type="equipment">haversack</objectName> and gave us a <objectName type="equipment">knife</objectName> full. This evening we had <objectName type="food">hard bread</objectName>, <objectName type="food">cooked rice</objectName> and
               <objectName type="drink">tea</objectName>.</p>
            
            <fw>Tuesday January 14. <placeName>Hatteras Inlet</placeName>
            </fw>
            <p>I remember of hearing Mother often remark that <objectName type="food">rice</objectName> was such a tasteless thing
               when cooked without <objectName type="drink">milk</objectName>. This was evidently cooked with <objectName type="drink">water</objectName>. We had no <objectName type="food">butter</objectName>.
               The <objectName type="food">hard bread</objectName> is good - the <objectName type="drink">tea</objectName> is good, the <objectName type="food">rice</objectName> seasoned with <objectName type="food">salt</objectName>, and <objectName type="food">sugar</objectName> to
               make it gritty was good. I don't know what we are to have tomorrow. I see
               <persName>Commisary Shorkley</persName> in anxious consultation with the Quartermaster. We have seen
               the ships lying outside all day - but I hear that most of them have got in. We
               conjecture that the first attack will be on <placeName>Roanoke Island</placeName>. <name type="weather">The surf ran so high</name>
               that the Captain would not allow his boats to go ashore, so that we have not had
               any communication with anyone.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-01-15">Wednesday January 15</date>.</dateline>
            <p>It was <name type="weather">foggy</name>
               <time>this morning</time>. We could just see the <objectName type="Vehicle">"City of New York"</objectName> laying out in
               the breakers. A <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> came in to our ship with five men - they had swamped two <objectName type="vehicle">boats</objectName>
               before they succeeded in getting off. The Captain lowered one of his <objectName type="vehicle">boats</objectName>, and
               he, the Mate, the Col and &amp; <persName key="Dr. John Hossack" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper088">Dr Hossack</persName>started out. They arrived just in
               time to see a little <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> belonging to a <objectName type="vehicle">Schooner</objectName> take off the remaining crew.
               Both <objectName type="vehicle">boats</objectName> came up to see us at the same time and <persName key="Capt. Bennet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper091">Captain Bennet</persName> called to us to
               cheer the little white <objectName type="vehicle">boat,</objectName> that had rescued the crew, which we did with a hearty
               good will. The capt and mate went away again and shortly after, the <objectName type="vehicle">Brig</objectName> <objectName type="vehicle">"Hope"</objectName>
               swung against us, pushed in our wheel house, and kept digging at us until it had
               all the out side works on the starboard side at the stern crushed - opened out
               our cabin knocking to pieces <persName role="Captain" subtype="Bell" cert="high" key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072" type="real">Capt Bell's</persName> berth. Mine just escaped. While this was
               going on we saw <persName key="Capt. Bennet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper091">Capt Bennet</persName> returning: I was standing at the side as the Captain
               came up. His <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> shot past the place for getting on. He scolded his crew
               remarking with a forcible ejaculation that he "wouldn't give a handful of cow-dung
               for the whole of them" We got up steam, and the <objectName type="vehicle">Brig</objectName> was towed away, leaving our
               stern pretty well smashed on one side. <objectName type="vehicle">The City of New York"</objectName> was loaded with 70
               cases <objectName type="equipment">muskets</objectName> and <objectName type="equipment">rifles</objectName>, <objectName type="equipment">ammunition</objectName>, <objectName type="equipment">hay</objectName>, <objectName type="equipment">shot and shell</objectName>, and a great deal of
               Officers <objectName type="equipment">baggage</objectName>. She is lying on her side one side stoved in - the poor fellows
               were on there for two days, and were clinging to her side when taken off. They had
               no sleep for two days, and were 15 &amp; 1/2 feet, and why she should attempt to
               cross with such a sea is owing to the government pilot. In calm sea she might have
               made it as the channel is 17 feet. The sailors were pretty well whiskeyed when we
               came on board. The Captain's name was <persName>Nye</persName> and the sailors spoke highly of him. The
               Quarter master, <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002" type="real">Shorkley,</persName>
               <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName>, <persName>Jones</persName> and I got a <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName>, and with little
               <persName key="Cuffy" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper114">Cuffy</persName>, a dark rich colored boy, with long dark locks, such luscious red lips
               and black eyes, and another sailor boy, with a game eye, and big quid of <objectName type="food">tobacco</objectName>
               in his cheeck went over to the shore. We picked up some <objectName type="nature">shells</objectName>, saw <persName role="General" subtype="Williams" cert="high" key="Thomas Williams" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper079" type="real">Gen Williams</persName>
               and staff, and went into <placeName key="Fort Hatteras" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl027">Fort Hatteras
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, which is built of <objectName type="nature">sods</objectName>, having <objectName type="equipment">barrels</objectName>
               filled with <objectName type="nature">sand</objectName> for a foundation. There was a <objectName type="equipment">steam engine</objectName> making <objectName type="drink">fresh water</objectName>,
               and a ten inch <objectName type="equipment">gun</objectName> outside. Three or four wrecked <objectName type="vehicle">schooners</objectName>, <objectName type="equipment">masts</objectName> and remains of
               many other wrecks on the shore. We had a gay time getting our <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> off the beach -
               as the surf rolled heavily. <time>This morning</time> as we were standing on deck, we saw a
               <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> run to <placeName>shore,</placeName> and they buried some poor sailor on the lonely <placeName>beach.</placeName> There
               will be nothing to mark his grave - the waves will soon smooth down the little
               <objectName type="nature">hillock of sand</objectName> - He'll always have <name type="weather">storms</name> and <name type="weather">winds</name> and dashing waves over him.
               The <persName role="Union Army Unit">ninth New York 48th Penna</persName> are on this <placeName>beach.</placeName> 
                  <orgName role="Military Company">Company C. 1st N.H.</orgName>
                Artillery
               have Fort <origPlace>Hatteras.</origPlace>
               
                  <placeName role="Fort" key="Fort Clark" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl023">Fort Clark</placeName>
                is just above.<placeName key="Camp Bull" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl009"> Camp Bull</placeName> is the N.Y. regiment &amp;
               five miles above Camp [blank] of the 48th. We hear that the<orgName role="Regiment"> New Hampshire Regt</orgName> is
               to be landed &amp; the <orgName>9th N.Y.</orgName> to go with us. Just as I was getting into the <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName>
               I shook hands with <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris</persName> - the first I have seen him since we left <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002">Annapolis.
                  </placeName>
            </p>
            <p>
               <persName key="Capt. Neal" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper089">Capt. Neal</persName> as adj. gen. came on board this evening, and told us that <persName key="Col. Allen" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper090">Col. Allen</persName> of
               the<orgName> 9th New Jersey</orgName> and the surgeon of that Regiment were drowned. Their <objectName type="vehicle">ship</objectName> lay
               outside, and they came in on the yawl - and in returning were overset. Their
               bodies were recovered, and taken on board of <objectName type="vehicle">the Highlander,</objectName> a brig passing by. I
               saw their little boat dancing in the breakers, and afterwards saw <objectName type="vehicle">the Highlander</objectName>
               towed in, but I did not dream of the tragedy. I did not even observe that their
               bodies were lying on deck, as some of the rest did, and that they were rubbing
               there, and that their <objectName type="clothing">coats </objectName>[?] up were those of officers. Just as they were
               taking the bodies below deck, one of our sailors said "pretty hard boys, but it
               can't be helped, drag 'em down." On the stern of one of the vessels which came in,
               a woman was sitting. One of our fellows in his ecstacy cried out, "that sight's
               worth a quarter, who shall I pay it to" turning round and plunging his hands into
               his pocket. The engineer of the <objectName type="vehicle">City of New York</objectName>, as he left the <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> tore off the
               brass [?] in the engine room, and tied the colors around his neck.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>Ship Cossack. Hatteras Inlet. <date when="1862-01-16">Thursday January 16 1862.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>The day was <name type="weather">cold and rainy</name>. One of Co D. <persName key="James Conoway" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper046" cert="high" type="real">James Conoway</persName> died last night of
               consumption. They lowered him into the <objectName type="vehicle">surf boat</objectName>, the band playing the dead march,
               and took him over to bury him on the lonely <objectName type="nature">sand beach</objectName>. The Col, Chaplain &amp; Dr
               went along, but owing to the <name type="weather">wind</name> and tide they have not been able to return. The
               Cap was out in a <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName>, and had to be towed back by a <objectName type="vehicle">steam tug</objectName>. This is a dreadful
               <name type="weather">stormy</name> place. We loitered on deck <time>this morning</time>, the only thing of interest, to
               watch our carpenters repairing our breaches, and the tide heaving out <objectName type="equipment">barrels</objectName>,
               &amp; <objectName type="equipment">beds</objectName> &amp; pieces of the wreck which it brought in last night. <persName key="James Gibson" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper047">Dr Gibson Chaplain</persName> of the 45th &amp; young <persName key="Gregg" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper144">Gregg</persName> came on board, &amp; would not get off on
               account of the <name type="weather">storm</name>. They came from <placeName cert="high" key="Baltimore" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl003">Baltimore
                  </placeName> on a <objectName type="vehicle">schooner</objectName>, which turned in
               on account of the <name type="weather">storm</name>, on their way to join the 45th at <placeName key="Port Royal" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl072">Port Royal.</placeName> I amused
               myself reading the <objectName type="readable">army regulations</objectName> and the <title level="m">Mill on the Floss</title>. Lots of light
               reading has turned up from somewhere, and as we can't drill, nor go ashore, we are pinned down to it. Rations are severe. We had <objectName type="food">fried pork</objectName>
               <objectName type="food">boiled potatoes</objectName>
               <objectName type="food">hard bread</objectName>
               &amp; <objectName type="drink">coffee</objectName> for breakfast, <objectName type="food">boiled potatoes</objectName> and <objectName type="food">soup</objectName> for dinner - <objectName type="food">fried pork</objectName>,
               <objectName type="food">boiled rice</objectName> and <objectName type="drink">tea</objectName> for suppr. Those that are fond of <objectName type="food">molasses</objectName> relish it probably
               best - but it comes quite natural to me. We have settled in our own minds that we
               are going up to the <placeName key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke Island
                  </placeName>. When, we have not settled. Reports are so covert and unfounded that I put no faith in them until I am completely
               assured.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-01-18">Saturday, January 18.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <persName>
                  <persName key="Charles Kleckner" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper087">Charles Kleckner</persName>
               </persName>, a Lieut in the 48th, was on board yesterday. One of the
               funniest things that has occurred is <persName subtype="Dick" cert="high" key="Dick Coulter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper025" type="real">Dick's</persName> last merchantile transaction. He
               bought a box of <objectName>cigars</objectName>, 100, of the sutler for five dollars, and went upstairs
               and commenced selling them out at 3 cents apiece. The sutler went up after
               while and told him he was losing 2 cents on every <objectName>cigar</objectName>. He was astounded and sold at 6, then became disgusted and sold at five. He managed to get out with
               losing 25 cents, according to his own account. He paid that much for his
               experience and will probably not embark on any more. We parted our cable <time>this morning</time> in trying to get clear of a bark, and got aground, and spent most of
               <time>the morning</time> trying to get loose. We are still aground. <persName key="Gen. Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Reno</persName> said we must be
               over the swash <time>tomorrow morning</time>, and <time>this evening</time>, we are [onclad?] to get out, arms and acoustic [events?] on board some tugs who are to take us over. Another <objectName type="vehicle">gunboat</objectName> was sunk today, so we have lost two <objectName type="vehicle">gunboats</objectName>, a <objectName type="vehicle">schooner</objectName> or two - several <objectName type="vehicle">ships</objectName> are fast aground. <persName key="Mr. Carpenter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper092">Mr Carpenter</persName> reports for [?], was on board <time>this morning</time>.
               Also <persName key="Capt. Potts" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper093">Capt. Potts</persName> of <placeName key="Reading" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl074">Reading</placeName> or <placeName key="Pottsville" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl099">Pottsville</placeName>. The day has been <name type="weather">cold and windy</name>. The
               <name type="weather">sun</name> came out <time>this evening</time>, but this is a dreary day [wast?]. I could not sleep <time>last night</time>, and<time> this afternoon</time>, my bones ache all over. I hope I am not going to be
               sick, and that it is only temporary, from being confined on board so closely, and
               from want of exercise. see [ante?] for conclusion.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-01-19">Sunday Jan 19.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>It was very <name type="weather">foggy</name> during the <time>forenoon</time> - we were up early, had breakfast, and the
               two <objectName type="vehicle">ferry boats</objectName>, <objectName type="vehicle">Patuxent</objectName>, <objectName type="vehicle">Pond Curlew</objectName> came alongside. We all got out, with <objectName type="equipment">arms</objectName>
               and <objectName type="equipment">equipments</objectName> - our company getting on to the <objectName type="vehicle">Patuxent</objectName>. They were both fast to
               the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName>, and worked and pushed and crashed each others sides at a desperate
               rate for a half hour. We began to fear that it would not move. While we were
               watching it listlessly, both <objectName type="vehicle">boats</objectName> fell back &amp; raised together, and lifted the
               <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName> right off - We held our breath awhile to be sure it was moving - we saw
               all the other <objectName type="vehicle">ships</objectName> must be moving or else our long-hoped release had come - she
               moved sure, and we gave three hearty cheers. A little regardless perhaps in the
               delirium of moving again, the stem of the <objectName type="vehicle">Patuxent</objectName> struck a hole in our stern; it
               was crowded with men - one was knocked off his feet and jumped into the <objectName type="vehicle">light boat</objectName>
               - another pitched after him - The extent of the damage, however, was in drawing back of a <objectName type="equipment">musket</objectName>, and breaking off the front teeth of one of our men <persName role="Soldier" cert="high" key="Hugh M'Clure" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper005" type="real">Hugh McClure</persName>,
               but it was a very narrow escape. We dropped astern and then hauled up to a
               <objectName type="vehicle">schooner</objectName> &amp; lashed fast. We watched them unloading the <objectName type="vehicle">horses</objectName> from the <objectName type="vehicle">Peabody</objectName>.
               It was anchored about 57 yards from shore - the <objectName type="vehicle">horses</objectName> pushed off the <objectName type="vehicle">ship</objectName>
               tumbling down 4 of 5 feet until they reached the water, &amp; men in a<objectName type="vehicle"> boat</objectName> lead
               them by a<objectName type="equipment"> rope</objectName> to shore - It seemed a cruel way of doing it, but was accomplished
               safely. They were trotted around on shore, until there was no danger of chill. The
               Capt of the <objectName type="vehicle">Patuxent</objectName> is named <persName key="Capt. Bennet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper091">Bennet</persName>, a short red faced man. The three <objectName type="vehicle">Ferry Boats</objectName>
               <objectName type="vehicle">Curlew</objectName>, <objectName type="vehicle">Pilot-boy</objectName> were chartered at <placeName key="Philadelphia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl069">Philadelphia
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> by the Government to go to <placeName role="Port" key="Port Royal" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl072">Port Royal</placeName> and put in here on account of streak of weather, &amp; <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Burnside</persName> put them in to
               service. He used to run the Keystone state. He said he had been on this coast 16
               years, and never knew such a week of such weather as last week. <time>About 11 o'clock </time>               we got back to our home in the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName>. Our Captain <persName role="Captain" subtype="Burnside" cert="high" key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008" type="real">Burnside,</persName>
               <persName key="Gen. Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Reno</persName> &amp; the Pilot
               were sounding the channel across the swash this afternoon. I spent the afternoon
               reading. Some men from the Pocahontas came in the evening. They were wrecked about
               15 miles above <placeName key="Hatteras Light House" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl046">Hatteras</placeName> light-house. Their <objectName type="equipment">boiler</objectName> gave out during the <name type="weather">storm</name>,
               anchored and dragged on shore - out of 120 <objectName type="vehicle">horses</objectName> save 17 - All the men were
               saved. The Pilot told me this evening that it is 52 miles to <placeName role="Island" key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke Island</placeName> - that
               any vessel that can cross teh swash would go up the Sound - but the rebels had
               taken up all the <objectName type="vehicle">light Boats</objectName> and <objectName type="equipment">buoys</objectName>. The name swash is probably a contraction
               of sea-wash. We are anchored just inside the inlet, but before we can get into the
               sound there is the <objectName type="nature">swash - a shoal of sand</objectName> yet to cross. We have a <objectName type="nature">sea-shell </objectName>               mania. Parties go out to the shore and collect <objectName type="nature">shells</objectName> - some are very beautiful -
               some are lucky dogs and find nice ones. Others come in with a batch of very common
               looking <objectName type="nature">shells</objectName>. They will be probably carried far 
               <fw>
                  <date when="1862-01-19">Sunday January 19, 1862</date>
               </fw> or lost long before they get home - but they
               serve to fill the hour - the tedious monotonous hours. I find I have injured my
               eyes reading in this dark cabin - I long to get back to my canvass home. We had a
               <objectName type="readable">New York Tribune</objectName> today which states that the [John Trucks?] which had the <orgName>Zouaves</orgName>
               on board, put back to 
                  <placeName key="Fort Monroe" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl037">Fortress Monroe</placeName>
               .</p>
         </div>

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            <head>
               <date when="1862-01-20">Monday 20</date>.</head>
            <p>This is a <name type="weather">bright lovely morning</name> - the first one we have had - it is like a <name type="weather">summer day</name>. We were loaded on to the  <objectName type="vehicle">Patuxent</objectName> again, swung away from the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName>. She ran
               up turned around, came down on the rate of 20 miles an hour, ploughed through the
               first bar, stopped, swung around aground again, <persName cert="medium" key="Gen. Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Gen Reno</persName> was on the <objectName type="vehicle">Patuxent</objectName>, and
               as he saw the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName> go through, fairly danced. But feelings slightly changed
               when she got hard fast again. We went up to help the <objectName type="vehicle">Scout </objectName>out &amp; with the
               help of the <persName>Pilot boy</persName> pulled her in to safer anchorage. Then we devilled around to
               [?] <persName cert="high" key="Capt. Bennet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper091" type="real">Captain Bennet</persName> of the <objectName type="vehicle">Patuxent's </objectName>expression, and were put on board the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName>
               about half past twelve, in time for dinner. <persName cert="high" key="Capt. Bennet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper091" type="real">Bennet </persName>says he never saw such a tide -
               when its high tide its low <objectName type="nature">water</objectName>, low tide high <objectName type="nature"> water</objectName> - he'd be devilled if it
               wasn't. Many of those on the <objectName type="vehicle">Scout </objectName>we had not seen since we embarked, and it was
               comical to hear the mutual greetings of the men. So here we lie, high &amp; dry
               again. With how much truth I cannot say, but <persName cert="low" key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris </persName>says it was the intention of
               the Expedition to go to <placeName key="Yorktown, Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl096">Yorktown</placeName>. It is supposed that we will be embarked on
               <objectName type="vehicle"> schooners</objectName> and taken up to 
                  <placeName type="Island" cert="high" key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke Island
                     </placeName>. is very dreary and monotonous staying
               here, though this getting out and cruising around makes one feel better. I only
               fear sickness breaking out among our men. Necessarily the <objectName type="vehicle">ship</objectName> is getting very
               filthy. Half the <objectName type="vehicle">ships</objectName> are aground again, though this morning there a good many of
               them afloat. <persName key="Lt. Col. Robert B. Potter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper097" type="real">Lt. Col. Potter</persName> &amp; <persName>Maj. Legendre</persName> of the <orgName type="Company">N.Y. 51st</orgName> came on to see
               us this evening. We are still hard aground. I was up and with the <persName cert="medium" key="Capt. Bennet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper091">Captain </persName>well it
               appears that the man divorced from a former wife on account of some improper
               conduct, and married a second time. This was made in favor of the second wife in
               order to prevent any difficulty that might arise, if the legality of the divorce
               was called in question. </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-01-21">Tuesday 21st</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>This was a still <name type="weather">warmer day than yesterday</name>. There was <name type="weather">no winter</name> in it. We were
               again put on to the <objectName type="vehicle">Patuxent</objectName>, and with hope [?] we moved off a considerable way into
               the channel, but stuck just near where the <objectName type="vehicle">Pioneer</objectName>, which has part of the <orgName type="company">N.Y. 51st</orgName>
               on, was fast.The <objectName type="vehicle">Union</objectName>
               and a black little <objectName type="equipment">gunboat</objectName> were at her, and directly we saw
               her move, cheered her, and away she went into the channel, up into the sound. She
               is in anyhow, and if we but get past this wave, we will go in too. The little
               <objectName type="vehicle">Patuxent </objectName>tugs away, <objectName type="vehicle">the Eagle</objectName> comes to help us - but, it is now twelve o'clock,
               the <objectName type="nature">water</objectName> is low, but we are in the best of spirits that this evening we will go over,
               or tomorrow at farthest. The <objectName type="vehicle">schooner</objectName> on which the signal corps sailed has not
               been heard from yet. <persName cert="high" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" type="real">Beaver </persName>feels rather good that he got sailing with us. Some
               one that counted says that there are 110 <objectName type="vehicle">vessels</objectName> in here. We got back to the
               <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack </objectName>in time for dinner.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <head>
               <date when="1862-01-22">Wednesday 22</date>
            </head>
            <p>Last night about 8 o'clock, quite a little <objectName type="vehicle">fleet</objectName> came around us. Our old friend
               <objectName type="vehicle">Patuxent</objectName>, the <objectName type="vehicle">Union </objectName>and two other <objectName type="vehicle">tugs</objectName>. We were all em- barked on the <objectName type="vehicle">Union</objectName>. There
               was just room enough to stand between decks. 3 companies quartered in the upper
               &amp; 3 in the lower packed in like shad We dropped astern of the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName> and
               anchored. There was a lively time among the sailors getting the <objectName type="vehicle">tugs</objectName> lashed to, it
               was dark, and the few lights [?] had seemed to make it darker yet. The channel
               which was yesterday with <objectName type="equipment">barrels</objectName>, and <objectName type="equipment">flags</objectName>, now various colored lights,
               red &amp; white. Our men were in fine spirits during the first three or four
               hours. There was considerable singing, <persName cert="high" key="William F. Campbell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper004" type="real">Campbell</persName> &amp; <persName cert="medium" key="Aaron Smith" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper006">Smith</persName> of our company,
               performing finely. <persName cert="high" key="William F. Campbell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper004" type="real">Campbell </persName>has a peculiarly sweet voice, and his songs showed his
               temperament delicate, refined - above the courser passions and tastes - and they
               touched chords which were in every breast - <persName key="Aaron Smith" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper006">Smith's</persName> was one about a miller, who
               about to die, had an old <objectName type="equipment">mill</objectName> and three sons; and called them each in, at his
               deathbed to inquire how much toll they would take - &amp; left it to the eldest,
               who would take three pecks or all. It was a quiet satire on millers. His other had
               a delicate touch of smut - the charge for a guinea, and the tailor's wife - the
               [?], some <persName>Butcher </persName>goes to Leicester to buy cattle - [?] the charms of some pretty
               country wench and gives her a guinea - when he comes to pay the bill he tells the
               <persName>Landlord </persName>that he gave the [?] <persName>maid </persName>a guinea &amp; got no change - the <persName>Landlord </persName>               calls the <persName>maid </persName>and she has to give up the guinea - a year afterwards the <persName>Butcher </persName>               returns again, and she places a child 3 months old on his knee - with some [?]
               about the change for the guinea. The <persName>Tailor's wife</persName> has a frolic with a sailor, 
               
               <persName>Tailor </persName>comes home suddenly, she puts him in a <objectName type="equipment">chest</objectName>, <persName>sailor </persName>carries
               off off his [chest?] the <persName>tailor </persName>in it - it is so heavy he opens it - finds <persName>tailor</persName>
               &amp; carries him off sea, They are evidently "auld country" songs, handed down
               among them - would [?] doubt have a trace of his descent, to look up how they got
               them <persName cert="low" key="Capt. Snyder" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper107" type="real">North Snyder</persName> sung "The Jolly brown jug" &amp; "Northhampton County Prison"
               The latter is [his?] trial, <persName>Reeder</persName>, <persName>Judge Jones</persName> &amp; other local incidents. <persName cert="low" key="Capt. Snyder" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper107" type="real">North </persName>               has been three times in the <placeName type="Prison">Penetentiary</placeName>. He is a singular character, and very
               wicked, vulgar, though he seems to have a good heart. So the time passed
               pleasantly - gradually they became quiet &amp; sunk into disturbed slumber -
               [piled?] and mixed in an indiscriminate manner. [?] &amp; I borrowed <objectName type="equipment">blankets</objectName> of
               the men and lay down on the gangway outside. We were there an hour or two - I
               discovered symptoms of rain - &amp; went down by the furnace - where I had just
               room enough to sit - by leaning [?] a little I dozed some - but my arms and legs
               got paralyzed - &amp; could not change my position. Then it rained - a dozen or
               more who were outside came crowding in crawled over us, down into the <objectName>fire place</objectName> -
               then we dozed again - the <name type="Weather">rain</name> ran in along the floor - I slipped off my <objectName type="equipment">blanket</objectName> -
               found my <objectName>overcoat</objectName> and [posterior?] all wet - the the [firemen?] had orders to get
               up steam - then the dozen men, with <objectName type="equipment">knapsacks</objectName>
               <objectName>guns</objectName> &amp; <objectName>cartridge boxes</objectName>, had to
               crawl gack again over us. <persName>Capt Bell</persName> did some [funny?] swearing over it. Oh! it was
               a dreary uncomfortable night. On comparing notes I found that none of the officers
               or men had it any better than I had. About seven we steamed back to the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack </objectName>               now happily beyond the channel, safely in the sound. That is a satisfaction that
               makes up for all the discomfort of last night. <persName cert="medium" key="Andrew Curtin" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmpler014">Curtin </persName>came on board last night. He
               &amp; <persName cert="low" key="James Gibson" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper047" type="real">Dr Gibson</persName> have been having pleasure excursions around ever since last
               Friday. One of the unpleasant things that occur on board is the food and <objectName type="drink">water</objectName> of
               the men. Yesterday the cooks went out to see the <objectName type="vehicle">ship</objectName> moving, and when they got
               back, the <objectName type="food">soup</objectName> was [burned?] a half inch crust on the bottom - the men threw the
               stuff overboard. There had been detailed each day - the three got scared at the
               fury of the men &amp; deserted the cook house, and it was impossible to find out
               who they were. Then <persName cert="low" key="Lt. Gaulen" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper149">Lt. Goulen</persName> was put in charge, &amp; by evening <objectName type="drink">coffee</objectName> was made
               - When it isknown that it takes two gallons of <objectName type="drink">water</objectName> a day - that it takes 3
               <objectName type="equipment">barrels of water</objectName> to make <objectName type="drink">coffee</objectName> once around - when it requires them to be cooking
               day and night, how easily things may be thrown into disorder, and once so it takes
               long to rectify - meanwhile 4 or 5 [?] men are suffering - growling - more [?] and
               irritable because they have nothing all day long to engage their attention. To-day
               they are out of <objectName type="drink">water</objectName> - they had <objectName type="drink">coffee</objectName> in the morning - but no <objectName type="drink">water</objectName> all day - a
               thirst is intolerable - I felt it last night during the long night - The <name type="weather">wind was so high</name> all day that we could not send any small <objectName type="vehicle">boats</objectName> for it, &amp; had to depend
               on the tender mercies of a <objectName type="vehicle">tug</objectName> to come to relieve us. This evening it is <name type="weather">blowing furiously</name>. But we have depth of water &amp; see room, and have no fears. [Down] it
               was a constant source of anxiety - either aground or run into by other <objectName type="vehicle">vessels</objectName>,
               all the time - not safe anchorage for ten <objectName type="vehicle">vessels</objectName> &amp; yet we had over a hundred
               - blowing a gale all the time - <persName>Bennet the Pilot </persName>said he had not seen such weather
               for [eighteen?] years.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline> <date when="1862-01-23">Thursday January 23.</date></dateline>
            <p>There came on a <name type="weather">blow</name> last night &amp; continued fearfully until this evening. The
               waves were rolling high, and the weak stomachs got sick- and there were no
               <objectName type="vehicle"> vessels</objectName> came across the swash. We have been out of <objectName type="nature">water</objectName> for two days, a <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName>
               started for some this morning in the <name type="weather">storm</name> - &amp; this evening a tug came
               alongside &amp; put <objectName type="drink">water</objectName> on board. This is about all that happened. The storm
               kept off all communication with us. We have a dead man - <persName>Geo Schaffer</persName> Co. G. an
               old man, who had been in the War of 1812 - never had been sick - I saw his <objectName type="equipment">box</objectName> -
               plain wooden [though] his name cut in and [tarred?] - [????] on it. The [?] them
               on the sand beach, nothing [?] [mask?] them with a prospect of their being strewn
               out or washed out. This evening, the wind lulled - waves gone down, and stomachs
               righted.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-01-24">Friday January 24.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>Last night the <name type="weather">storm</name> burst down in fury and this forenoon it raged without
               intermission. This afternoon it cleared again, but the sound is still very rough.
               They took out the dead man and buried him on the</p><p> 
               <fw>
                  <date when="1862-01-24"><fw>Friday January 24</fw></date>
               </fw>
            </p>
            <p>shore, with scarce room enough to do it. Those on
               shore said it was the fiercest storm we had here. The companies made <objectName type="equipment">presents</objectName> to
               the seamen who went for <objectName type="drink">water</objectName> for them. I was made officer of the day and worried myself considerably getting a <objectName type="readables">code of regulations</objectName> made - which I supplied will be
               effective for a few days, and then fall into discuse. It is the only objection I
               have here is that there is not the energy to carry out effective discipline and
               officers themselves somehow resist it. This now Friday - two days more it'll take
               to bring the <objectName type="vehicle">vessels</objectName> across the swash - &amp; then we will have some active work,
               I hope.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-01-25">Saturday Jan 25</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>The day was <name type="weather">clear and cool</name> - the waves ran high. We are beginning to recognize old
               comrades now across the swash. I saw the eagle beak of the <objectName type="vehicle">Scout</objectName> with my <objectName type="equipment">glass</objectName>.
               The <persName cert="low" key="Capt. Snyder" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper107" type="real">Northerner</persName> and <persName>Admiral</persName> are lying together not our the the bar. We were
               watching some firing from the <placeName>Hunchback</placeName>. The burst of flame and smoke long before
               we heard the report - then the rushing noise - the explosion of the shell - a
               cloud like a mans hand - in the air 3 or 4 miles from the <objectName type="vehicle">ship</objectName>  - [again?] long
               before the explosion heard. If one <objectName type="equipment">gun</objectName> makes so much noise what will many make. I
               was officer of the guard yesterday - the [Lts?] did not work well - &amp; was up
               all night - &amp; felt delapidated most of the day - the brightness of the sun -
               the rolling glittering waves &amp; <name type="weather">sharp northern air</name> made it unpleasant to be out
               - it blinded me - Reading so much in this dark saloon has affected my eyes
               somewhat. Last evening we had some warm <objectName type="food">bread</objectName>, and this evening again - which
               though tough was sweet, and delicious with some <objectName type="food">butter</objectName> that [Rodarmel?] [raked?]
               up somewhere &amp; I paid 50 cents a pound for it. The bodies of those two men
               that died were lifted and taken up to the burying ground up at camp <placeName type="Place">Winfield</placeName>. I
               should have gone up there, but have neglected until now it is too late. Getting
               over and back has been no easy matter during the last three or four days - Some of
               our <objectName type="vehicle">boats</objectName> had to be brought back by the steam <objectName type="vehicle">tugs</objectName>. We got into a fine discussion
               as to card playing &amp; chess &amp; checkers - some contending that there was
               chance in checkers as in eucher. - one that <objectName type="equipment">cards</objectName> was chance which resulted in
               some one producing a <objectName type="equipment">chess-board</objectName> &amp; <objectName type="equipment">checkers</objectName> - &amp; <persName cert="low" key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002" type="real">Shorkly Adjutant</persName> &amp;
               <persName>Chaplain</persName> have indulged. Last night while going the rounds I found a card party in
               every rat hole in the <objectName type="vehicle">ship</objectName>. They appeared to have runners out, so as to give
               notice of my coming. It would sound like the scampering of rats when you go into a
               cellar with a light, just getting glimpses of their retreating forms. One place in
               the forecastle I would just see them going down a hole into the hold, and past
               going round a <objectName type="equipment">bale of hay</objectName>. I drafted <objectName type="mail">instructions</objectName> and <objectName type="mail">regulations</objectName>, and I suppose
               everything will be back to the old state by the time my turn comes, &amp; I'll
               have to take renewed curing, for getting up something new again.</p>
         </div>
         

        <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date>Sunday Jan. 26</date>.</dateline>
            <p>This was such a <name type="Weather">bright bracing day</name> - We had the long swell of the water, remaining
               effect of <name type="Weather">the late storm</name> - the waves danced gaily in <name type="Weather">the bright sunshine</name> - <objectName>the wild geese and ducks</objectName> sailed about in droves and the <objectName>sea gulls</objectName> gathered like snow
               flakes over the dark green water. In the <name type="Weather">fresh morning breeze</name> came the <objectName>Admiral</objectName>
               over the sea - wash - Two of <orgName>[Ward's?] 62</orgName> [?] [?] were brought from the <placeName>
                  <placeName key="wreck of the gun boat Zouave" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml" cert="high">wreck of the gun boat Zouave
                  </placeName>
               </placeName> and put on the [fore-part?] of <objectName>our boat</objectName>. After dinner, <persName>
                  <persName key="Mr Glott" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Mr Glott</persName>
               </persName>, <persName>
                  <persName key="Rodamel" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml" cert="high" type="real">Rodamel</persName>
               </persName>, <persName>
                  <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002" cert="high" type="real">Shorkley</persName>
               </persName> &amp; I got into the <objectName>first cutter</objectName> and sailed over to
               the <objectName>Sutlers Schooner</objectName> - <name type="Weather">the air was fresh enough to be bracing</name> - the water rough
               enough to give a bounding, exhilerating motion to <objectName>the boat</objectName>. We went down along <placeName>
                  <placeName key="the channel" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml">the channel</placeName>
               </placeName>, among <objectName>the vessels so familiar to us</objectName>, past the <placeName>
                  <placeName key="wrecked Zouave" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml">wrecked Zouave</placeName>
               </placeName>, under the
               bow of the <objectName>Scout</objectName> - I thought I had made her out among <objectName>the vessels</objectName> over in the
               <placeName>
                  <placeName key="Pamlico Sound" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl065" cert="high">sound<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
                  </placeName>
               </placeName> - out into the farthest pockets, 
               <fw>Sunday Jan 26. continued</fw>
            </p>
            <p>as the deep places of the harbor are called -
               the harbor is full of shoals and deep places - the deep places are called
               pockets - It was near sunset when we left the <objectName>Sutlers' boat</objectName> - we saw the <objectName>Northerner</objectName>
               gaily steaming into the sound, cheered, as she passed, by those already there. It
               really makes one feel good to see the difficulties at last overcome - there are
               now 12 or 13 transports across - but the sun sank, as we [?] under a light wind,
               back - leaving a horizon of orange and gold - gloriously resplendent. We got back
               to the <objectName>Cossack</objectName> in time for tea - refreshed very considerably by our trip. There is
               a brother of the [shoals?] gets the night-mare, almost every night, yells horribly
               and wakens up every one in the saloon. <persName>
                  <persName key="Samuel Markley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper070" cert="high" type="real">Markley</persName>
               </persName> remarked quietly that he wished he
               would ride that mare in the [daytime?] We call tomorrow - I read a paper this
               evening - the <orgName>Baltimore American</orgName> of Jan 23. It says "all that has been heard from
               the Burnside expedition was a despatch from [?] 
                  <placeName key="Goldsboro" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml" cert="high">Goldsboro<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
                  </placeName>
                that the town was full
               of people flying from <placeName>
                  <placeName key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">Newbern</placeName>
               </placeName>: also something taken from <objectName>one of the southern papers</objectName> - that one hundred of <orgName>Burnside's fleet</orgName> were seen on <placeName>
                  <placeName key="Pamlico Sound" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl065" cert="high">Pamlico sound<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
                  </placeName>
               </placeName>--that
               probably they would attack simultaneously <placeName>
                  <placeName key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke Island</placeName>
               </placeName> and <placeName>
                  <placeName key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">Newbern</placeName>
               </placeName> - that they
               were prepared for them in both places I think there are some <objectName>thirty ships</objectName>,
               <objectName>transports</objectName> and <objectName>gun boats</objectName> now in the sound the balance are out in the inlet yet.
               But we saw <objectName>schooners</objectName> come scudding in all sails set - [jibsail] - [staysail] -
               [foresail] - [mainsail] - [main topsail] - fore-topsail] - I learned their names
               from <persName>
                  <persName key="Capt. Mitchell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper132">Mitchel</persName>
               </persName> the sailor who steered our boat -</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <head>Monday January 27th</head>
            <p>This <name type="Weather">morning was pure and delightful</name> - the <name type="Weather">
                  sound
                   waters were calm and placid</name> - <name type="Weather">all forenoon there was but the slightest ripple</name> - We were on deck most of the morning
               watching the <objectName>gunboats</objectName> practicing with their <objectName>guns</objectName>. <persName>
                  <persName cert="high" type="real">
                     <persName key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">Lt Col Bell</persName>
                  </persName>
               </persName> came over from the
               <objectName>Scout</objectName> - He told us that yesterday a <objectName>small rebel gunboat</objectName>, bearing U.S. colors came
               into the <placeName>
                  <placeName key="Hatteras Inlet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl045">inlet</placeName>
               </placeName> and lay within a hundred yards of the <objectName>Scout</objectName>. One of our <objectName>gun-boats</objectName>
               happening to go that way - she put up and off. That was real cute [They?] - much
               to be admired. Another part of <objectName>the mail</objectName> of the other day came in but no <objectName>letters</objectName>
               for me. Our life is so monotonous that slight things interest - &amp; it is
               interesting to watch how at one time we gather in knots and how the conversation
               floats from one topic to another, &amp; how the one group to another - Last night
               - Sunday - in the fore part of the evening <persName>
                  <persName key="James Gibson" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper047">Gib</persName>
               </persName> &amp; I talked of <placeName>
                  <placeName key="Lewisburg" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl050" cert="high">home<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
                  </placeName>
               </placeName> and many
               things that happened in our early lives - <persName>
                  <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley</persName>
               </persName>
               <persName>
                  <persName key="Charles Kline" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper150">Charley Kline</persName>
               </persName>&amp; some
               other one got talking of <persName>
                  <persName cert="high" type="real">
                     <persName key="Muncy" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Muncy</persName>
                  </persName>
               </persName>, got around to [?town] <placeName>
                  <placeName key="Shirleysburg" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml">Shirleysburg</placeName>
               </placeName> - Then at that
               town <persName>
                  <persName key="Capt. Snyder" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper107">Capt Snyder</persName>
               </persName> floated in somehow - they got talking of <objectName>stage coaches</objectName> - that
               reminded the <persName>
                  <persName key="Capt. Snyder" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper107">Capt</persName>
               </persName> of a story of [?] who got into a <objectName>coach</objectName>, with a <persName>woman</persName> with a <persName>baby</persName>
               - and [?] to put his hands in improper places - got his fingers daubed by
               mistaking the baby's posterior, for something else, exclaiming <persName>Coachman</persName>, stop this
               <objectName>coach</objectName> I am disgust - Then he told the story of a hair lipped fellow - which we
               recognized as the story of <persName>
                  <persName key="Chas McGregor" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Chas McGregor</persName>
               </persName> &amp; the <objectName>cow</objectName> - <persName>
                  <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">Blair</persName>
               </persName> floated in -
               <persName>
                  <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkly</persName>
               </persName> &amp; I floated to bed - <persName>
                  <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">Blair</persName>
               </persName> wanted to know why we couldn't have <objectName>roasted potatoes</objectName> for breakfast &amp; thought they might be roasted in the <objectName>galleys</objectName> of the
               men. Other officers opposed interfering in anyway with the <placeName>cook house</placeName> of the men,
               giving them a chance to growl - Interfere it won't interfere says <persName>
                  <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">Blair</persName>
               </persName>. "They
               don't use those roasting places Who cares if they do talk if we really don't
               interfere with them" but he [posts?] to ascertain. <persName>
                  <persName key="Capt Shawl" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Capt Shawl</persName>
               </persName>officer of the
               guard, said he wished he had known <persName>
                  <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">Blair</persName>
               </persName> was going out he would have slipped out
               and ordered the guard to allow no one to enter. Re-enter <persName>
                  <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">Blair</persName>
               </persName> "The cooks say that
               they will roast <objectName>potatoes</objectName> if they are taken out at five o'clock in the morning
               <persName>
                  <persName key="John smith" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">John</persName>
               </persName>" to <persName>
                  <persName key="John Smith" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">John Smith</persName>
               </persName> Col's servant &amp; head 
               <fw>Monday Jan 27 continued.</fw> manager. "<persName>
                  <persName key="John" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">John</persName>
               </persName> did you hear" <persName>
                  <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley</persName>
               </persName>, commisary
               general for the officers mess, from his berth above. "There'll be no <objectName>roasted potatoes</objectName> for breakfast in the morning. <persName>
                  <persName key="John" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">John</persName>
               </persName>" <persName>
                  <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">Blair</persName>
               </persName>, high tenor, "I was not saying
               there would be <persName>
                  <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Lt. Shorkley</persName>
               </persName>, only ascertaining whether <objectName>potatoes</objectName> would be roasted"
               <persName>
                  <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">Blair</persName>
               </persName> 'high mad', and picks a quarrel with the adjutant, which was very comical at
               the time, but has faded out of my memory. Morning. <persName>
                  <persName key="John" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">John</persName>
               </persName> sounds the <objectName>gong</objectName> - <persName>
                  <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley</persName>
               </persName>
               rises first: finds that the dog "general" has [cacapufied?] in front of my
               [<objectName>berth</objectName>?] has been tramped around - &amp; his stockings are daubed - flings them
               incontinently out - <persName>
                  <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">Mr Blair's</persName>
               </persName>
               <objectName>light blue pants</objectName> discovered lying on the floor -
               <persName>
                  <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">Blair</persName>
               </persName> informed of danger, examines - finds the <objectName>light blues</objectName> daubed - By the time
               all are up in that region &amp; the <persName>
                  <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">General</persName>
               </persName> receives a liberal cursing and sundry
               threats. Meanwhile <persName>
                  <persName key="Capt. Shawl" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Capt. Shawl</persName>
               </persName> is dressings is annoyed by our remarks -<persName>
                  <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">General</persName>
               </persName> is
               caught by the neck and summarily ejected - conversation and [objurgation continues
               until breakfast. <persName>
                  <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley</persName>
               </persName> passes some severe remark about <objectName>dogs</objectName> in general &amp;
               the general in particular - <persName>
                  <persName key="Capt. Shawl" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Capt. Shawl</persName>
               </persName> unable to justify, [espouses?] the <objectName>roast potatoes</objectName> [aside?] and sayd he'd rather have <objectName>roast potatoes</objectName> than that <objectName>tough biscuit</objectName> but <persName>
                  <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">Blair</persName>
               </persName> ain't on that side now - he's adverse on the dog question. <persName>
                  <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">Blair</persName>
               </persName> comes
               to the second table - &amp; the dog question absorbs his attention - the only
               sharp remark amid all the filth, was that the dog would have to die a soldier's
               death if caught again, &amp; if he would have only staid on his own side ([id
               est?] the side the <objectName>Shawl berth</objectName> was on) "but a dog always hunts a clean place."
               <persName>
                  <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">Blair</persName>
               </persName> appears in dark blue. The <objectName>roast potatoes</objectName> appeared at dinner - It is remarked
               that <persName>
                  <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">Blair</persName>
               </persName>, usually very talkative wherever he is, is silent. Now we get an
               explanation of how so many of our <objectName>towels</objectName> have disappeared. Every one complains of
               having lost <objectName>towels</objectName>, one two or three. We thought some one must be laying in a
               stock - but we are told that during the days of the sickness, the <persName>
                  <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">General</persName>
               </persName> was sick
               too - he wawsn't particular where he put his accounts [cast up?] - on the <objectName>sofas</objectName>,
               on the <objectName>carpet</objectName>, and elsewhere - most generally inconvenient for the rest of us -
               &amp; the <persName>
                  <persName key="servant" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">servant</persName>
               </persName> that cleaned them up generally seized on one of our <objectName>towells</objectName>,
               wiped it up &amp; cast it into the sea<placeName/>- So it is with the general as with the
               rest of us - when once the general attention of the community is drawn to a
               criminal all faults, crimes and misfortunes are fished up. I tremble for the
               general if he commits any other bad deed. His faults are not his faults - but is
               rather his misfortune. There thats a <objectName>dirty sheet</objectName> - but one can't give a full
               description of our life without mentioning such incidents. Some two weeks ago I
               threw out my <objectName>chewing tobacco</objectName> - Thursday I quit smoking until I can get on </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>Tuesday 28.</dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="Weather">Bright &amp; pleasant</name>. 
                  <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris</persName>
                on board this morning - he told us that all the
               <objectName>missing schooners</objectName> were outside, the <persName>
                  <persName key="Col. Satterlie" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Col. Satterlie</persName>
               </persName> among the number on which
               the <orgName>signal corps</orgName> embarked. <persName>
                  <persName key="Lt. Reed" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Lt. Reed</persName>
               </persName> of that corps came on board this evening. He
               said <name type="Weather">the fog</name> that came on us in the <placeName>
                  <placeName key="Chesapeake" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml">Chesapeake</placeName>
               </placeName>, closed on them before they left
               <placeName>
                  <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002">Annapolis</placeName>
               </placeName>. They were anchored at <placeName>
                  <placeName key="Fort Monroe" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl037">Fortress Monroe</placeName>
               </placeName> during <name type="Weather">the storm</name> - came opposite
               <placeName>
                  <placeName key="Hatteras Inlet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl045">Hatteras Inlet</placeName>
               </placeName> last Wednesday - <name type="Weather">the storm of Thursday</name> drove them out to sea, and
               took them clear across <name type="Weather">the gulf stream</name> - they got back last night. <persName>
                  <persName key="Rodumel" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper111">Rodarmel</persName>
               </persName> told
               me <persName>
                  <persName key="Saml Wilson" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Saml Wilson</persName>
               </persName> was a Lt. in a <orgName>Cavalry Company</orgName> in <orgName>Corman's regiment</orgName>. We had
               notice a mail would go out tomorrow morning, &amp; every one [?] himself tonight
               preparing <objectName>letters</objectName> - many no doubt, the last that they will send. <persName>
                  <persName key="North Snyder" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">North Snyder</persName>
               </persName>,
               among the rest brings one in to he sent to that little [darling?] [duck?] he never
               expects to see again, &amp; perhaps this is the last he says.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <head>Wednesday Jan. 29. 1862</head>
            <p>This was a <name type="Weather">delicious day</name>. One felt like lying out on the sunny side of the decks  &amp; enjoying the [dolce far niente?] - the <objectName>air</objectName> was so pure - but they told me the <objectName>barometer</objectName> was
               sinking, &amp; I have pains in my <objectName>bones</objectName> this evening. I was out on deck until ten
               o'clock just lazily enjoying myself. Then I looked over <objectName>Lessings pictorial history of the U.S.</objectName> I think that is a most admirable <objectName>book</objectName>. About twelve <objectName>a suspicious sail</objectName> was in sight and a <objectName>gun boat</objectName> started in pursuit. We watched them as
               they sped away, until both faded from sight and the reach of <objectName>our glasses</objectName>. The <orgName>gun boat</orgName> returned toward sunset, but I have not learned the result. I only saw that
               she had nothing in tow. A <objectName>coal schooner</objectName> came along side, and they commenced
               putting on <objectName>coal</objectName>. The <objectName>Pawtuxent</objectName> came up with the <orgName>four companies</orgName> from the <objectName>Scout</objectName>, and
               crowded them on <objectName>our boat</objectName>. I understand that the <objectName>Scout</objectName> is to be brought across in
               the morning - she and <objectName>the Rue</objectName> - which has <objectName>our camp equipage</objectName> on board and to be
               taken in tow by our ship. I was on board the <objectName>coal schooner</objectName> - one of the [<persName>mates</persName>] told
               me that along 
                  <placeName key="Tyrell Shore" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl086">the Southern shore</placeName>
                there are a great <objectName>many dead bodies</objectName> [in bodies?]
               washed out: lying along the 
                  <placeName key="Beach" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml">Beach</placeName>
               . Supposed to be those that were killed when
               
                  <placeName key="Cape Hatteras" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l13">Hateras</placeName>
                was taken, buried at low tide and since washed out. He said he had heard
               that there were 240 killed. About sunset the <objectName>Spaulding</objectName> came across the swash - [cheered?]
               <objectName>every ship load</objectName> - the band of the <orgName>24th Mass</orgName> playing hail to the chief, and Dixie.
               We gave her a cheer as she let go <objectName>her anchor</objectName> among us. This was <objectName>the ship</objectName> that ran
               regular trips between 
                  <placeName key="Fort Monroe" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl037">Fortress Monroe</placeName>
               , 
                  <placeName key="Cape Hatteras" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l13">Hateras</placeName>
               , 
                  <placeName key="Port Royal" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl072">Port Royal</placeName>
               . She is a very fine
               <objectName>steamer</objectName>. 
                  <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">GenBurnside</persName>
                took her, made her his <objectName>headquarters</objectName>, substituted another
               <objectName>steamer</objectName>, I think the <objectName>Eastern State</objectName>. It was said that when she came across the
               swash, <orgName>the expedition</orgName> would sail. I got a "World" of the <orgName>22nd</orgName> from the <objectName>Sutters Schooner</objectName>. There were some conjectures about our <orgName>Expedition</orgName>. 
                  <placeName key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke</placeName>
               , 
                  <placeName key="Washington N.C" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl090">Washington</placeName>
               
               and 
                  <placeName key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">New Berne</placeName>
                were mentioned as <placeName>points of attack</placeName>, and that <persName>50,000 men</persName> had probably
               been sent from the <orgName>army of the Potomac</orgName> to strengthen these <placeName>points</placeName>. Clearly 
                  <placeName key="North Carolina" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl063">North Carolina</placeName>
                will be the <placeName>theatre of war</placeName> very soon. To take 
                  <placeName key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke</placeName>
               , occupy 
                  <placeName key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">New Bern</placeName>
               ,
               and hold it as a point at [?] to make way for <orgName>an army</orgName> to to go 
                  <placeName key="Goldsboro" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl039">goldsboro</placeName>
                - <orgName>The army of the Potomac</orgName> must then retrograde &amp; when that is done their cause is done.
               
                  <persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076">Tom Grier</persName>
                and 
                  <persName key="Harrison Hause" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper139">Harry House</persName>
                came on board this afternoon: both looking fat and
               hearty. They were both very sea-sick - 
                  <persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076">Tom</persName>
               , as expected, made friends with every
               one, and has a <objectName>button</objectName> from each <orgName>State Regiment</orgName> sewed on his <objectName>overcoat</objectName>.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>Thursday 30.</dateline>
            <p>There came on <name type="Weather">a pretty severe blow during the forenoon</name>, the <name type="Weather">wind blowing one way</name> and <name type="Weather">the tide coming counter</name>, which made a <name type="Weather">rough sea</name>. The <name type="Weather">waves were white-capped</name>, and the number of <objectName>sea-gulls</objectName> attracted by the floating waifs of food, together with the lowering sky, made it <name type="Weather">a beautiful storm scene</name>.We are all still crowded on board — something over a thousand souls. <objectName>The ship</objectName> is badly ventilated, dirty, hardly standing room, and it stinks like a <placeName>pig-pen</placeName>. It makes me more and more uneasy every day.<objectName>A schooner</objectName> came alongside with <objectName>water</objectName> this evening. If the <objectName>Scout</objectName> would make his appearance.I had a long <objectName>letter</objectName> with 
                  <persName key="Cleat" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml">Cleat</persName>
               , the <orgName>Tribune</orgName> reporter. The substance of the information is that there are but <persName>two regular officers</persName>, outside the <persName>three generals</persName>, among all the staff. Most of them are club men of 
                  <placeName key="New York" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl061">New York</placeName>
                — wealthy men, civilians — who don’t understand anything of <objectName>military detail</objectName>, are not accustomed to any self-reliant exertion, and this accounts for the inefficient management, or rather execution, of things.Besides that, the <objectName>tugs</objectName> did not arrive until today. We are to go to 
                  <placeName key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke</placeName>
               . The battle will be fought principally by <objectName>gunboats</objectName>. We are to be landed, the <orgName>expedition</orgName> reorganized, and <objectName>boats</objectName> reassigned.The <objectName>New Brunswick</objectName> makes her appearance across the swash, and the arrival of the <objectName>tugs</objectName> gives us new hope of sailing soon. The chase yesterday turned out to be a <objectName>steamer</objectName>, schooner-rigged. They were not able to overtake her.</p>
         </div>

<div type="entry">
            
            <head>
               <date>Friday 31st</date>
            </head>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">The wind blew pretty hard all day, and this evening set in with storm and rain</name>.
               This morning we saw a little <objectName type="vehicle">schooner</objectName> standing in toward us, running hard before
               the stiff nor-wester, steered like a hog, the sailors said, badly steered. One of
               our <objectName type="vehicle">gunboats</objectName> ran out to her, she dropped sail and was towed in. It had on board 2
               New Yorkers, 1 New Jersey man &amp; one N. Carolinian - they had been impressed
               into a company. answered roll call last night, stationed at <placeName key="Middleton Heights" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl055">Middleton</placeName>, <placeName key="Hyde County" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl047">Hyde
                  County</placeName>, just across the sound, &amp; came in this morning. There were 800
               stationed there - they said it was reported that there were ten thousand at
               <placeName key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke Island</placeName> and that we had 30,000 We received our <objectName>mail</objectName> this afternoon about a
               bushel &amp; a half. I rec'd 3 letters from <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">John</persName> &amp; <persName key="Annie Catherine Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper015">Annie</persName> of the 7.14. 20. January.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>Saturday February 1 1862.</dateline>
            <p>The name of that little scr. that came in was <objectName type="vehicle">John Benjamin Washington</objectName>. It is
               between 20 &amp; 30 feet long, and 8 or ten wide. The names of those on it were
               <persName key="Trail Stubs" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper161"> Trail Stubs</persName>, <persName key="Peter Mc W. Davis" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper162">Peter Mc W. Davis</persName>, <persName key="Thomas Blay" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper073">Thoms. Blay</persName>, <persName key="Thomas Bulger" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper075">Thomas Bulger</persName>, <persName cert="high" key="Lewis Longereau" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper063" type="real">Lewis Longereau</persName>.
               Except Davis were all Northerners. They belonged to the <orgName>Beaufort County Plow boys of the 7th Reg N.C. State Troops</orgName>. Commanded by <persName>Maj. Hall</persName>, and were stationed at
               <placeName key="Middleton Heights" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl055" cert="medium">Middleton</placeName> in <placeName key="Hyde County" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl047">Hyde Co</placeName>, 25 miles S.W. from here. They were at roll call the previous
               evening, stole away along a creek got the schooner &amp; steered N.E. <persName cert="high" key="Thomas Bulger" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper075" type="real">Bulger</persName> says
               he belong to <orgName>3rd Artillery U.S.S</orgName>. in service 10 years was sent as a spy by <persName>Maj Anderson</persName> in April, but was caught in attempting to get back to <placeName cert="high" key="Fort Sumter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl035">Ft Sumpter
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> sent to
               <placeName> Stone Inlet</placeName>, after 2 months escaped to <placeName key="North Carolina" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl063">N.C.</placeName> Where he was impressed - rations <objectName type="food">cornbread</objectName> &amp; <objectName type="food">pork</objectName> - no <objectName type="drink">tea</objectName> or <objectName type="drink">coffee</objectName> - <objectName type="drink">tea</objectName> made from the[?] <objectName>Tree</objectName> whose <objectName>leaves</objectName> were
               worth $9 per bushel - rec'd no pay - gov N.C. issued a proclamation &amp; men were
               drafted, when he heard of the fleet that it was <persName>Maj. Hall</persName> made the reconaisance -
               came back ordered up two more companies - had them about 800 men &amp; he could
               whip 4000 yankees with them. <name type="weather">Last night it rained</name> and we had a very disagreeable
               time on board. The <objectName>ship</objectName> had not been policed for several days, ever since the
               companies from the Scout came on board. The rain drove them in from the decks,
               &amp; they were lying thick all over the <objectName>boat</objectName> - in the <objectName>dirt</objectName> and filth - every
               available foot was covered. Then to make things worse, the Surgeon, <persName>Capt Snyder</persName>,
               and several other officers having been off the <objectName>boat</objectName> and came back drunk, about one
               o'clock pulled the <persName key="Henry Bentley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper098">Reporter Bently</persName> out of <objectName>bed</objectName>, and they tramped all over the <objectName>boat</objectName>,
               through our cabin and among the men in the gangways. <persName cert="high" key="Capt. Snyder" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper107" type="real">Capt Snyder</persName> very tight in the
               morning and the Surgeon evidently feeling stumpy &amp; [steaming?] it. The <objectName type="vehicle">Scout</objectName>
               came along side about ten o'clock and the four companies put on her &amp; she
               dropped astern. <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkly</persName> came to me and told me that <persName cert="high" key="Jacob Santo" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper043" type="real">Santo</persName> who has been sick
               several days had the small-pox, evidently, judgeing from symptoms, though the
               surgeons said it was chicken pox. I felt dreadfully for a little while - no sense
               of personal fear, as I do not feel afraid of it, but I felt sick at heart to think
               that had broken out among us. Crowded as we were, and lying here unable to move
               him it could not but spread rapidly. The thought of our regiment being prostrated
               with it was horrible. I went to <persName key="Dr. Noble" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper130">Dr Noble</persName> however, and he assured me that it was
               chicken pox - and that the reason why it was so hard on him was he was thick and
               dark skinned. We now dine at four o clock and have no supper. We relish our meals
               much more, as with three meals a day we had no time to get hungry. <persName key="Alcott" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper115">Alcott</persName> told
               me that <persName cert="high" key="Lionel Jobert D'Epineuil" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper064" type="real">D'Epineuil</persName> raised his money by the sale of commissions - would kick up a
               fuss with some captain or other officer, kick him out and re-sell the commission.
               That Regiment has gone back to <placeName cert="high" key="Fort Monroe" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl037">Fortress Monroe
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>. The <persName key="Joseph Antoine Viguier De Monteil" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper061">Lt Col Monteil</persName> is here some
               place. He had been ordered to rejoin his Regiment, &amp; after it was order- ed
               back he was directed to stay here. He is, I believe, an experienced artillery
               officer. <name type="weather">It cleared of beautifully this evening, but the barometer indicated a blow</name>, the Captain told me. </p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-02">Sunday Feb. 2. 1862.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">The morning was bright but it kept up windy, and cold as any winter day.</name> We had a
               sermon from <persName cert="high" key="Charles Mallory" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper019" type="real">Mr Malory</persName> about 3 o'clock and dined at five. We have been having only
               two <objectName>meals</objectName> for several days - breakfast at nine o'clock and dinner at four. The day
               was observed in the fleet. There was no work done, except this evening there were
               one or two <objectName>schooners</objectName> brought up. We had a chance to send <objectName>letters</objectName> to-day as we
               understand there is a mail to leave tomorrow. I wrote one <objectName>letter</objectName> to the Chronicle
               and one yesterday to <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">John</persName>. Everything appears to be ready. I heard that <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008" type="real">Burnside</persName>
               said he would not move on a Friday or Sunday: on the first because of the
               superstition connected with it, on the latter because it was not right. There are
               5 or so little <objectName>tugs</objectName> - very small - named, Lioness Champion, Tempest the smallest
               of all - and they look so bold and brave. rushing around.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-03">Monday February 3. 1862</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>We thought we were to start today _ but it dragged through without any thing more
               than the simple inquiry whether we were ready. <name type="weather">It began to rain during the forenoon, &amp; kept up almost all the day.</name> I was officer of the day, and
               altogether it has been an impatient day. Nothing at all happened except that a
               small <objectName>boat </objectName>came in, said to have had on board 19 contrabands, who escaped from
               above <placeName>
                  <placeName key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076" cert="high">Roanoke
                     <precision match="@ref" precision="medium"/></placeName>
               </placeName> — 5 women &amp; a baby.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-04">Tuesday February 4</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">This morning early it drizzled, but then cleared cold cloudy. This afternoon sun came out, very windy, and [sitck] behind a bank of clouds</name>. <persName>Capt. Renaut</persName> promised a
               clear day for tomorrow. [Landsnun] prophecie a storm. It is said that the little
               <objectName> boat</objectName> had three rebel spies. They came near in the fog, the fog suddenly cleared
               away and they hadn’t time to get off : that another <objectName>boat</objectName> had the contrabands.
               There was [Auff] dog, and it sat heavy on my stomach. The inconvenience of so many
               of us being here together is exemplified in many ways. One can regard the illness
               of a [news] of a small family with charity — but when there are thirty or forty,
               of varied and not all ways pleasant habits, some sick with different diseases, the
               consumption spreading around, those subject to sick headache puking around — pigs
               overloading their stomachs, and making themselves disagreeable — oh, for our
               canvas home and quiet gentlemanly mess. A day passes very quick. Breakfast at nine
               — a few hours reading brings dinner at four — we then go on deck to watch the
               sunset, or take a constitutional. The evenings seem the longest however. It seems
               a long while until nine o’clock . <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris</persName> came on board this evening with sailing
               orders — to go at 7 o’clock in the morning — but its terms and effect I did not
               learn further. <persName cert="high" key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057" type="real">Morris</persName> had been used to talking to <persName key="Capt. Neal" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper089">Neill</persName>, who has caught cold and
               is very deaf, and he bellowed at us as if we were deaf.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-05">Wednesday Feb 5</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">It was bright and clear this morning and cold , continued so all day.</name> The <orgName>first brigade</orgName> got under way about eight o’clock, and the <orgName>second Brigade</orgName> about nine
               o’clock. The Northerner first, with three schooners in tow, <persName key="George Peabody" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper037" cert="high" type="real">George Peabody</persName> with
               two <objectName>schooners</objectName>, and next the Cossack, with the Scout in tow. We watched with
               interest the Commodore lead out past the point followed by the <objectName>gun boats</objectName>, and when
               it headed Northward we felt assured our destination was <placeName cert="high" key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke Island
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>. It was a
               beautiful sight to see the fleet steaming slowly up the sound, the waters
               sparkling in the brilliant sunshine. The air cold and clear. So they continued all
               day long, making scarcely more than three miles an hour. We dined at four o’clock
               and went on deck, as usual to watch the sunset. <origPlace>
                  <placeName key="Stumpy Point" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl081">Stumpy point</placeName>
               </origPlace> was in eight. A low
               range of trees marked the marshy shore to the left, and over it down back of us,
               the splendid arch that crowned the sun as he sank down, was as fine as any I ever
               saw. The red had not yet left the sky, before we came opposite <placeName cert="high" key="Stumpy Point" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl081">Stumpy point
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>. The
               <objectName> American flag</objectName> run up the <objectName>foremast</objectName> of the Patuxeut, our <objectName>anchor</objectName> dropped, and we left
               the deck. Not before we saw the <objectName>gunboats</objectName> range themselves as usual out beyond us,
               our bulwark and safety. The Scout came floating up along side, our comrades of
               that ilk were gathered on the sides and shrouds, as we were gathered on the side
               next them, and a lively conversation ensued, Scout. “Bring back those <objectName>hams</objectName> you
               stole” Cossack. “Where are the <objectName>hospital towels</objectName>. Scout. You can sleep on the
               hurricane deck if you come over here.” Cossack. Where’s the quartermaster’s
               <objectName> whiskey</objectName>.” Scout we can accommodate you in the dirty gangways, as you did us.”
               Cossack you weren’t fit to sleep any place else.” &amp; so it went on with banter
               and test. The allusions were to the fact that when the Scouters came on board here
               the other day and during their stay forty five dollars worth of <objectName>ham</objectName>, belonging to
               the officer of the Scouters was stolen as also <objectName>beef tongue</objectName> &amp;c. And our
               hospital stores were broken open and fifteen <objectName>towels</objectName> taken, and a <objectName>barrel of whiskey</objectName>
               belonging to Uncle Sam. Tapped. Money was also stolen. We were unable to tell
               whose crew did it but in a bantering way each accused the other of it: Each
               alledging that there was no thieving in either vessel until they all got together
               on board the Cossack. <persName key="Frank Vizetelly" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper033">Frank Vizetelly</persName>, artist for the Lon Illust news, a
               correspondent of Lon Times, and <persName cert="high" key="Frank Leslie" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper031" type="real">Frank Leslies</persName> artist are on board the Spaulding. I
               heard of <persName key="Frank Vizetelly" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper033">Frank Vizetelly</persName> being at <origPlace>
                  <placeName key="Centreville, Maryland" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l14">Centreville</placeName>
               </origPlace> but did not see him. I should like
               to see him, because I commenced taking the Lon Illust News first at the beginning
               of the Italian war &amp; he illustrated that and afterwards the Sicilians war</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-06">Thursday Feb 6</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>We moved farther up the south - very slowly - stopped about ten o'clock, and
               anchored about eleven. <name type="weather">It began to rain became misty, and rained until evening, and then cleared off about six o'clock.</name> When the <objectName>anchor</objectName> was let go, the boatswain
               gave a long whistle, and called down the hatchway "All hands splice the main
               brace" I watched &amp; wondered what that meant, but was soon edified on seeing
               the <objectName>grog</objectName> served out all around. The other evening a boatswain came on board and
               now everything is done by the whistle. The whole batch of reporters left this
               evening.They evidently got the idea that their advantages were not so great here
               for obtaining information. They were as jealous of each other as tom-cats, and
               every day or two raised a row with the <persName key="Capt. Neal" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper089">Captain</persName> because he, or they supposed he
               showed favour to one more than the other, &amp; then they would have a convention
               - so that one wouldn't take advantage of the other. They were mad because they
               supposed the officers were corresponding for his dirty little country <objectName>newspapers</objectName>.
               <persName>
                  <persName key="Alcott" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper115"/> Alcot</persName>, <persName>Ripley</persName> and <persName>Prawe</persName> asked the<persName key="Capt. Neal" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper089"> Capt</persName>. for a <objectName>boat</objectName> to go to the Spaulding - then
               all wanted to go. <persName key="Capt. Neal" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper089" cert="low" type="real">Capt.</persName> said but 3 could go at one time. When <persName cert="high" key="Alcott" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper115" type="real">Alcot</persName> got over he
               sends a <objectName>note</objectName> back to the <persName cert="low" key="Lt. Col. Potter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper097" type="real">Col</persName>. that it was with difficulty they were allowed to
               stay, and that they would have no sleeping accomodations. This was evidently to
               deter the Herald &amp; Inquirer. But as the <persName key="Lt. Col. Potter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper097">Col.</persName> was not interested, he did not
               impart the information and they all departed. <persName cert="high" key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008" type="real">Burnside</persName> will curse the day they
               were allowed to come along, and the sooner they are sent off the better. We
               Pennsylvanians needn't expect anything from them - Even <persName key="Alcott" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper115">Alcot</persName>, not disposed toward
               us, seemed sort of mad because our Regiment was assigned the left of the Brigade.
               <placeName cert="high" key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076"> Roanoke Island
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> is in sight of us - a little blue streak on the horizon. We can see
               a <objectName>light house</objectName> too. We can't tell what has been done today, further than that the
               troops of the Pioneer and Lancer have been put on other <objectName>boats</objectName>, and they, the
               <objectName>boats</objectName>, taken forward. They are <objectName>gunboats</objectName> and each have four <objectName>guns</objectName>. </p>
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            <dateline><date when="1862-02-07">Friday Feb 7</date></dateline>
            <p>This morning it was <name type="weather">clearer</name> but <name type="weather">rather cold</name>. The <objectName type="vehicle">gun boats</objectName> has moved up into the Channel between Roanoke Island and <placeName type="shore" cert="high" key="Tyrell Shore" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl086">the Tyrell shore
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>. We kept moving up slowly too
               - <objectName type="vehicle">the fleet</objectName> passed a bend at the point of <placeName key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">the island</placeName>, and we could see them across
               the point of <placeName key="Tyrell Shore" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl086">the shore
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>. This took all the morning and we were eager spectators of
               the scene, until about half past eleven the <objectName type="vehicle">gun boats</objectName> opened on <objectName type="equipment">the batteries</objectName>.
               Then commenced an awful cannonade. We watched the <objectName type="equipment">shells</objectName> bursting in every
               direction, some high in mid air some low close to the <objectName type="vehicle">ships</objectName>, and our <objectName type="equipment">shells</objectName>
               striking in every direction about <objectName type="equipment">the battery</objectName>. A black smoke enveloped <objectName type="equipment">the battery</objectName>
               - and the flames burst out - their <placeName type="repeated">barracks</placeName> were on fire - twice they put them out
               and a third time they caught. We recognized the different <objectName type="vehicle">boats</objectName> - we especially
               admired a little sloop with one <objectName type="equipment">gun</objectName>, which sailed like a duck up and down
               delivering her fire with emphasis. <objectName type="ship">The Cossack</objectName> ran up within perhaps four miles
               &amp; we had a beautiful and uninterrupted view of the my crossed our bow full,
               and drawing behind her about 30 <objectName type="vehicle">surf boats</objectName> filled with men. They stood over to our
               right. Just before this <objectName type="vehicle ">the Patuxent </objectName>passed up with <persName type="real" cert="high" key="Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Reno</persName> on board - we cheered
               him. I got up on <placeName>the hog-frame</placeName> and waved my <objectName type="clothing">hat</objectName> to Tom Grier, whom I saw on <placeName type="ship">the hurricane deck</placeName>. When the <objectName type="vehicle">boats</objectName> had got off to the right they laid there - about
               five o'clock the signal for disembarking was given. <objectName type="ship">The Scout</objectName> had been lashed
               along side of <objectName type="vehicle">the Cossack</objectName> during the afternoon. <persName key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">Lieutenant Colonel Bell</persName> in attempting to
               cross from <objectName type="ship">the Scout</objectName> fell down between <objectName type="vehicle">the boats</objectName>. Fortunately the wheels were not
               going, and he climbed up the paddles and came out the door of <placeName type="boat">the wheel house</placeName>.
            </p>
            
            <fw>
               <date when="1862-02-07">Friday 7</date>.</fw>
            <p>Our <objectName type="vehicle">boats</objectName> had already been lowered. The two <objectName type="vehicle">surf boats</objectName> were to be towed by the
               small ones. Then <persName cert="high" key="Capt. Bennet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper091">Captain Bennet</persName> &amp; his <persName type="son">little boy</persName> got into the <objectName type="vehicle">small boat</objectName>. The
               color guard, I noticed <persName key="Peter Koser" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper067" cert="medium" type="real">Peter Kozier</persName>, color corporal from our company among them,
               got into the <objectName type="vehicle">boats</objectName> and as many of <orgName type="company">Co. B</orgName>. <persName>
                  <persName type="real" cert="high" key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">Captain Bell</persName>
               </persName>, as could got on board and put
               off. <orgName type="company">Co. A</orgName>. <persName type="real" cert="high" key="Capt. Bolton" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper106">Captain Bolton</persName> put off from <objectName type="ship">the Scout</objectName>. Soon <placeName cert="high" key="Croatan Sound" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl020">Croatan Sound
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> was full of
               little black specks moving toward <placeName key="Tyrell Shore" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl086">the shore</placeName>. I think there must have near five
               thousand men moved at once. There were a few houses standing on the shore, and we
               observed a <orgName type="rebels">company of rebels</orgName> there but they ran as ours landed. We watched the
               first color planted on the shore and its black surrounding of men, then a second.
               It was now nearly dusk. The firing of the <objectName type="vehicle">gunboats</objectName> and <objectName type="equipment">battery</objectName> had nearly ceased.
               One of the little <objectName type="vehicle">black gunboats</objectName> came near us - we observed his stern somewhat
               decomposed. On inquiring he said one of his <objectName type="equipment">steel guns</objectName>burst and killed one man
               and wounded several others. We saw <objectName type="vehicle">the Hunchback</objectName> draw off with her and knocked
               out. <objectName type="vehicle">The Delware</objectName> covered the landing of <orgName type="troops">the troops</orgName> and the other <objectName type="vehicle">gun boats</objectName> formed
               in a line toward shore between the <objectName type="equipment">battery</objectName> and <placeName>the place of landing</placeName>. We went below
               - <objectName type="coffee">coffee</objectName> hot and smoking, warm <objectName type="food">bread</objectName> and <objectName type="food">ham</objectName> on the <objectName type="equipment">table</objectName>, we thought to have a
               stomach full before we went. But <objectName type="vehicle">the Deleware</objectName> ran along side, and we were ordered
               off immediately - had hardly time to pour the scalding fluid down. It was now
               night - <objectName type="nature">the moon</objectName> struggling with fitful effort through the <name type="weather">dark banks of clouds</name>.
               The 8 companies were put on board and we left <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName>. When <objectName type="vehicle ">the steamer</objectName> was
               about a hundred yards from shore, a <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> at the stern disembarked part of <orgName type="company">Co H</orgName>
               with myself and we made <placeName type="shore" cert="high" key="Tyrell Shore" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl086">the shore<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>. I formed them and sent <persName key="David Brewer" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper023" cert="high" type="real">Dave Brewer</persName> up ahead to
               pick out the way. It was very dark and the ground boggy, so that it shook under
               our <objectName type="body">feet</objectName>. <persName key="David Brewer" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper023" type="real">Brewer</persName> had gone but a few yards when he suddenly disappeared, &amp; I
               saw him bobbing up on the other side of a ditch "look out Captain heres a well" We
               passed it safely, and got abreast the bow of the <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> where I waited and formed
               the whole company with a few missing who turned up afterwards however. Then we had
               to travel through <placeName type="repeated" cert="high" key="Great Dismal Swamp" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl041">a swamp
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> - a road had been formed of <objectName type="nature">saplings</objectName> but they were
               scattered and we often went in over boot top. We got on to <placeName>terra</placeName>
               <placeName>firma</placeName> pretty
               soon, and met <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName>, who was acting as an aid to <persName type="Colonel">the Colonel</persName> who piloted us up to
               our place in <orgName type="Regiment">the Regiment</orgName>. We stacked <objectName type="equipment">arms</objectName>, placed sentinels over the <objectName type="equipment">stacks</objectName>, I
               cautioned the men about an <objectName type="equipment">alarm</objectName>, that they should rise and take their places
               behind the <objectName type="equipment">stacks</objectName>, and await orders to take arms. Then they dispersed to hunt <objectName type="nature">wood</objectName>
               &amp; <objectName type="equipment">bedding</objectName>, <objectName type="nature">cornstalks</objectName>, <objectName type="nature">brush</objectName> etc. There was a house and some outbuildings
               and <objectName type="equipment">fences</objectName>. These latter were soon demolished to make <objectName type="equipment">firewood</objectName>, &amp; an
               apparently well fence clearing of about 8 acres was soon as open as any common. I
               got several split <objectName type="nature">sticks</objectName> &amp; <persName type="real" cert="high" key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkly</persName> &amp; I lay down on them. He had a <objectName type="equipment">gum parachute</objectName>&amp; I a <objectName type="equipment">small gum blanket</objectName>. <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver </persName>had nothing but a <objectName type="clothing">blue overcoat </objectName>,
               which we had all put on one of each before we started. We lay an hour or two. It
               began to <name type="weather">rain</name>. <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" type="real">Beaver</persName> got off to the porch of a house and shivered under a <objectName type="equipment">canvass tent</objectName>. </p>
         </div>
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            <dateline><date when="1862-02-08">Saturday 8</date>.</dateline>
            <p>It <name type="weather">rained incessantly</name> all night and there was no sleep. We sat by a miserable
               little fire all night. Sometimes I dozed and dreamed of being in <placeName>the comfortable cabin</placeName> of <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName>, to wake with a start to find myself miserably cold and wet. So all passed the night. I don't know, but I think I suffered more than ever
               I did. Towards morning, perhaps between five and six, we all went over to the porch of the house,<persName type="real" cert="high" key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley</persName>, <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> &amp; I, and though it was crowded, I sat
               down &amp; took a few winks of sleep. A few shots were fired, &amp; every body
               ran. We got back to <orgName type="group">our company</orgName> and found them quietly standing behind their
               stacks, ready to take <objectName type="equipment">arms</objectName>. We took <objectName type="equipment">arms</objectName>, dressed, &amp; stood some time. <objectName type="equipment">The alarm </objectName>passed. I formed the men according to their numbers; we could not do it last night. I divided them into platoons &amp; sections, and we stood in the <name type="weather">drizzling rain</name>. The different regiments formed, some had lapped with us in the darkness of
               the night. There were perhaps two thousand men there. <orgName>Our regiment</orgName> came out with
               over 800 men, My <orgName type="group">company 73</orgName>. <orgName>The first Brigade</orgName> started about seven o'clock. <persName type="real" cert="high" key="Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Reno</persName>,
               <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Burnside</persName> were about. <persName type="friend" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057" key="John Morris">Morris</persName> came across to us with a great big <objectName type="equipment">sword</objectName> with a <objectName type="equipment">steel scabbard</objectName> buckled on him. None of the officers had their <objectName type="vehicle">horses</objectName>. "You'll soon have
               orders to march are you ready". "Yes". We teased <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris </persName>about his big <objectName type="equipment">sword</objectName> he
               could scarcely draw it &amp; return it, it was so long. I saw <persName type="real" cert="medium" key="Joseph Antoine Viguier De Monteil" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper061">Lt. Col Monteil</persName>
               cross <placeName>the field</placeName> to <placeName>the house</placeName>, the first time I had seen him since I sat as judge
               advocate.</p>
            
            <fw>Saturday continued. </fw>
            <p>About up past seven, we heard some shots and then a volley of musketry. <persName cert="high" key="John Foster" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper055">Foster</persName> was
               driving in the <objectName type="equipment">pickets</objectName>. Then bang went the <objectName type="equipment">artillery</objectName>, then musketry, and so it kept up. We moved up - <persName>the head of our brigade</persName> had already entered <placeName>the wood</placeName>, and <orgName>our regiment</orgName>. still standing in the clear, when the first wounded man was carried along -
               then another and another - it was the most trying thing we had to endure. But the
               officers were all cool and calm, and every command was given in a clear voice,
               &amp; it seemed to keep the courage up. We passed up a narrow road through <placeName>the wood</placeName>, just wide as a <objectName type="nature">wagon track</objectName>, like our mountain roads, <objectName type="nature">thickets</objectName> of <objectName type="nature">low pines</objectName>
               and <objectName type="nature">bushes</objectName>. It was just like the roads up around <placeName>Rengler’s old mill</placeName>. Then it was thick with wounded men carried and limping past us. Double quick - came to a mud
               puddle, we were dainty at the first &amp; got around it, which broke us up a
               little, but the next one we dashed through. An occasional <objectName type="equipment">shell</objectName> and <objectName type="equipment">bullet</objectName>
               whistled, but we could see nothing but the regiment winding through <placeName key="repeated">the wood</placeName> ahead
               - we turned off through <placeName>the wood</placeName> at a double quick, and got into another road -
               the battle we could hear, raged fiercely - every step we met wounded and dying and
               exhausted, and some to whom we strongly suspected of being prematurely exhausted.
               <persName>An officer</persName> came and told me to send word to <persName type="Colonel">my Col</persName>. to send a <orgName type="group">company of skirmishers</orgName> out to the right. I thought of aids &amp; officers giving orders without authority, but still determined to obey orders, and sent up <persName type="real" cert="high" key="Sergt. Etwine" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper113">Sergt Etwine</persName> with the order. <persName key="repeated">The Col</persName> afterwards told me that some company at the head, relieved him of that, agreeing to deploy. We passed <placeName>the hospital</placeName>, which was so near
               that several men who carried the wounded there were killed. Zing goes a <objectName type="equipment">shell</objectName> over
               our heads, and a piece struck a man lying down to rest &amp; killed him. We came
               to a halt - <orgName key="repeated">our regiment</orgName> had turned to the left by order, but could not get
               through. <orgName>My company</orgName> was just at the point where we had turned off the road. <persName>The Col</persName> sent word forward that he couldn't advance on the left. <orgName type="group">The Rhode Island regiment</orgName> came through <placeName>the woods</placeName> and passed by the head of my <orgName>co.</orgName> up the road. I stood with <persName key="repeated">the Col</persName> on a <objectName type="nature">log</objectName> at the fork of the roads when a volley of musketry passed over our heads, accompanied by a <objectName type="equipment">shell</objectName>. We got down rather suddenly. Here, the <objectName type="equipment">bullets</objectName> sang unpleasantly near. Orders came for us to leave so much of our <orgName>Regt.</orgName> as had passed the fork of <placeName>the road</placeName> and turn the rest to the right up the road. There, thinks I, I am to lead the column. Everything was so uncertain, we did not know where the enemy was, musketry sounded all over - all around - it was <objectName type="nature">wood</objectName> and <objectName type="nature">brush</objectName> &amp; nobody to be seen - we soon saw things, however, with more than the eye of faith. <orgName type="company">Co D </orgName>Second company ahead of me was turned off leaving two companies and
               <persName type="real" cert="medium" key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">Lt. Col Bell</persName> in the <objectName type="nature">thicket</objectName> on the left - Double quick up, up we go - <objectName type="equipment">balls</objectName>,<objectName type="equipment">shell</objectName>
               flying somewhere - I saw <persName key="Jesse Reno" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Gen Reno</persName> at the corner of <placeName key="repeated">the wood</placeName> -<persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057" type="real">John Morris</persName>, then
               our <objectName type="equipment">brass</objectName> field pieces, then all our other regiments lying flat down then an
               opening two or three hundred yards broad, then the battery of the enemy, the
               belching fire and smoke, the pail report of rattle of <objectName type="equipment">balls</objectName> all around and above
               us- wanging into the <objectName type="nature">trees</objectName> - here we came into <placeName key="Great Dismal Swamp" cert="medium" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl041">a swamp 
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>up to our knees in mud
               &amp; deeper - a poor fellow lie all doubled up beside a felled <objectName type="nature">pine tree</objectName>, we
               tramp on over him - we were in front of the enemies <objectName type="equipment">battery</objectName>, in full view,
               crossing to gain their right - <placeName key="Great Dismal Swamp" cert="medium" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl041">the swamp 
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>was tangled so that the regiment halted
               and we lay down right in front of the <objectName type="equipment">battery</objectName>.<placeName key="Great Dismal Swamp" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl041">The swamp</placeName> was just like a pine swamp - I've been in both, and this was worse. Up again to run the <objectName type="equipment">gauntlet</objectName>. We lay there
               for ten or twenty minutes flat on the ground. We gained the right and went
               plunging through <placeName type="repeated">the swamp</placeName> up to our waists. <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver </persName>was standing on a <objectName type="nature">stump</objectName> collecting the different companies - I never saw more than half a dozen of my company. I was standing on a <objectName type="nature">stump</objectName> looking ahead, when I saw <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002" type="real">Shorkley</persName> about ten yards ahead, plunging through, calling <orgName type="company">co. H</orgName>. It bewildered me to see him there. I wondered how the rear of my company could have gotten there. <persName key="William Allison" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper082">Billy Allison</persName>, <persName cert="high" key="David Brewer" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper023" type="real">Brewer</persName>,
               <persName cert="medium" key="William F. Campbell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper004">Sergt Campbell</persName> &amp;<persName key="Charles Merrill" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper020" type="real">Charles Merrill</persName> were with me generally and others who
               appeared and disappeared I rushed ahead and found that <persName key="George Shorkley" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley</persName> had but two or
               three with him. He had cut across and got ahead of our colors - we still dispute
               how it happened, he alleging that I followed the Rhode Island colors. That couldn't be, as <orgName key="group">the Rhode Islanders</orgName> were still further to our right. However, <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" type="real">Beaver</persName> appeared on a <objectName type="nature">stump</objectName>, and he was calling to <orgName type="company">co. H</orgName> away to the right to come
               over to <persName>the capt</persName> - We were certainly ahead of our colors, for they came up
               afterwards, part of our company having followed it. Here we halted and got
               collected. <orgName key="repeated">The Rhode Islanders</orgName> on our right parallel. Here we heard a cheer. The rear companies of our <orgName>Regt</orgName> were still in front of the <objectName type="equipment">battery</objectName>. We all took it up
               and cheered when they told us our colors were planted on the enemy <objectName type="equipment">battery</objectName>. Just before it, however, we saw a man in a <objectName type="nature">tree</objectName> making signals. One
               from our <orgName>regiment</orgName> stepped out without orders. The man disappeared. <persName key="Charles Merrill" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper020">Charles Merrill</persName> was with me, though, and he kept on talking in his usual quiet way. He said he had
               been in <placeName cert="medium" key="Great Dismal Swamp" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl041">Pine Swamp
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, but this was worse. He had been hardly able to do any service since he had been here, but he was one of the quietest, cheerful soldiers I ever saw &amp; he walked along, waded rather, with his <objectName type="equipment">musket</objectName> on his shoulder, <objectName type="equipment">canteen</objectName>, and <objectName type="equipment">haversack</objectName> just as if he were in the courtroom walking round the bar. We
               pushed on - <orgName>the Rhode Island</orgName> and ours got mixed. We came out on the right and the front of the <objectName type="equipment">battery</objectName>. Here we had to wade through <placeName>a pond</placeName> up to our middle, but there was the <objectName type="equipment">battery</objectName>. The right wing of <orgName key="repeated">our regiment</orgName>, drawn up, was marching on. We had to stop to form, and it was nearly an hour before it formed. By this time, all <orgName key="repeated">the troops</orgName> had left, and our battalion was ordered to remain at first to draw the
               <objectName type="equipment">guns</objectName>, &amp; then to stay in the <objectName type="equipment">battery</objectName>. I chafed at this. However, while forming, I left <orgName>the company</orgName> to go to the <objectName type="equipment">battery</objectName>. Here, I met <persName key="Charles Mallory" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper019" type="real">Mr. Mallory</persName> &amp; he shook hands with us, congratulating us on our safe delivery. I remember saluting him just as we left
               our bivouac ground in the morning as we marched fast to go to <placeName>the wood</placeName>, and his
               face said, "he might not see us again in life." We lost but two or three. I went on
               to the road on the left of the <objectName type="equipment">battery</objectName> - just at the corner lay a dead man - and
               on the right just by the <objectName type="equipment">gun</objectName> of the embrasure <persName>a handsome dark skinned man</persName>, black
               whiskers and mustache &amp; hair I noticed his delicate hands and small feet - he
               lay on his back his <objectName type="body">eye</objectName> staring wide open, handsome even in his miserable
               surroundings - half imbedded in mud - hands blackened with powder - no uniform -
               had a <objectName type="clothing">pea jacket</objectName>, and <objectName type="clothing">fine underclothes</objectName> - with "Seldon" written on his <objectName type="clothing">undershirt</objectName>
               and <objectName type="clothing">waistband of his drawers</objectName> I learned afterward he was <persName key="Lt. Seldon" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper105">Lt. Seldon</persName>, son of <persName>Dr Seldon</persName> of Norfolk - that <persName type="real" cert="medium" key="Henry Shaw" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper038">Col. Shaw</persName> cautioned him against exposing himself - "Damn
               them they can't hit me" he scarcely said it when he fell pierced through below the
               <objectName type="body">eye</objectName>. At the <objectName type="equipment">centre gun</objectName> lay a mule still in <objectName type="equipment">harness</objectName>, probably to draw off the <objectName type="equipment">gun</objectName> - looked, very much, as if it had its throat cut - but <persName type="real" cert="high" key="Col. Jordan" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper122">Col Jordan</persName> of the Rebels said it was killed by a <objectName type="equipment">mine-ball</objectName>. Farther over lay a muscular man, with large red
               whiskers - a <objectName type="equipment">ball</objectName> had struck him in the back of the <objectName type="body">head</objectName>, and his <objectName type="body">brain</objectName> had oozed
               out into his <objectName type="clothing">hat</objectName> until it was full. There were five or six dead men lying in the
               fort. A <objectName type="equipment">wall tent</objectName> was pitched on the left. Two wounded rebel officers were lying
               there. <persName type="real" cert="medium" key="Lt. Col. Potter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper097">Lt. Col. Patter</persName> who entered the fort from the left said that when a few of
               our men approached one of the them he cut at them with his <objectName type="equipment">sword</objectName>, and on his
               asking him why, he did so, he said he had heard that we were ordered to give no
               quarter. If officers believed that, what should their men believe? We later learned that they thought so; I had been told so by their officers. The most
               disagreeable thing was to see that the dead had been all robbed - pockets turned
               inside out - <objectName type="equipment">buttons</objectName> cut off for relics. I was attracted to look at <persName key="Lt. Seldon" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper105" type="real">Seldon</persName> again,
               &amp; found his name had been cut out in both places. I walked around through <placeName key="repeated">the swamp</placeName> &amp; dead bodies were lying scattered around through it. We had dragged one of the <objectName type="equipment">cannons</objectName> some distance when <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008" type="real">Burnside</persName> ordered them back, and the balance of our <orgName>regiment</orgName> was ordered to stay in <placeName>the fort</placeName>. Owing to the constant <name type="weather">wet weather</name>
               and exposure with no <objectName type="drink">coffee</objectName> or <objectName type="equipment">cooking utensils</objectName>, all we had to eat was in our
               <objectName type="equipment">haversacks</objectName>. <persName key="Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Reno</persName> had ordered up <objectName type="drink">whiskey</objectName>. The officer in charge passed us, and
               wished <persName cert="high" key="Henry Shawl" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper039" type="real">Shawl</persName> to send a party in charge of a commissioned officer to bring some
               back to our men, as he would not deal it out until he reached head quarters <persName key="John Foster" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper055">Lt. Foster</persName> &amp; I were sent with ten men &amp; we followed up the grog for a couple
               of miles when we met <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" type="real">Beaver</persName>
               
               <fw>
                  <date when="1862-02-08">Saturday 8th</date>
               </fw> who was on with the advance, and had been sent back to
               order up the rest. I told him that we had been ordered to remain. He started back
               with us. We came to <placeName>a crossroad</placeName>, which he said was the road they went, but the
               officer in charge was perverse &amp; went straight on - we followed him &amp;
               <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> left us. Up to the right was a house where <persName type="real" cert="high" key="C. Jennings Wise" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper017">Capt C. Jennings Wise</persName> lay
               mortally wounded with five wounds. A gentleman had picked up his <objectName type="equipment">gum blanket</objectName> at
               <placeName>the battle field</placeName> &amp; I saw his name on it. The road was strewed with <objectName type="equipment">knapsacks</objectName> and other things thrown away. I met <persName key="John Foster" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper055">Gen. Foster</persName> on horseback - “Well,” says he, “boys, we have gained a great victory - they have just surrendered to me two or three thousand, and the <placeName>island</placeName> is ours.” We threw up our <objectName type="clothing">caps</objectName> and yelled. We came to <placeName>a field</placeName>. An old man and a young man, Islanders, half-drunk, were explaining to us how they had been loyal all the time. Then we travelled on - everyone we met told us it was a couple of miles. We were dreadfully tired. We let <orgName>the grog gang</orgName>
               go, anxious to get some <objectName type="equipment">quarters</objectName> as it was growing dark. Lost our road several times - at last, after dark, arrived in what seemed a <placeName>little town</placeName>, but was the enemy’s <placeName type="repeated">barracks</placeName>. I stumbled into <persName type="Colonel">Col Upton</persName>, Mass., on the 25th and asked permission to
               sleep on the floor. I pulled off my <objectName type="clothing">boots</objectName>. There was an inch of water in them, &amp; we had travelled 7 or 8 miles since we left the battle ground, &amp; I was
               rather sore. It was a grateful thing to lie on <placeName>the cabin floor</placeName>. <persName type="real" cert="high" key="Lord John Russell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper060">Col Russel</persName> of the <orgName>10th Conn</orgName> was killed in the battle from a concussion, it is supposed to be from a passing <objectName type="equipment">cannonball</objectName>, as there was no mark on him. One near him said he just doubled himself
               together and fell dead. We passed him on our way to <placeName>the battlefield</placeName>. One of his men, carrying him, cried to us to give it to them; they had killed his <persName cert="medium" key="Adam Henry" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper010">Col. Capt Henry</persName> was killed too. He talked awhile, complaining of pain in his <objectName type="body">stomach</objectName>, but there was nothing but a blue streak across his stomach. <persName type="real" key="Joseph Antoine Viguier De Monteil" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper061">Lt. Col Monteil</persName> was
               also killed, he unnecessarily exposed himself, firing with his <objectName type="equipment">rifle</objectName> in front of
               the battle, <persName cert="high" key="Frank Leslie" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper031">Frank Leslie’s</persName> artist was in close, behind a <objectName type="nature">stump</objectName>.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <head>
               <date when="1862-02-09">Sunday 9th</date>
            </head>
            <p>I woke up this morning feeling as if I had been made for an old man eighty years
               old . My <objectName type="clothing">boots</objectName> were scarcely dry, but fortunately <persName type="Chaplain">the Chaplain of the 21st</persName> had
               found a <objectName type="equipment">can of lard</objectName> and by a dint of greasing, and halling I got them on. I found
               outside quite a <placeName type="town">little town</placeName>. <objectName>Cabins</objectName> nicely built in streets for the men &amp; <objectName type="building">log houses</objectName> for the officers in the order of a regular camp. I saw a great many of the rebel prisoners- among them the <orgName>Richmond Light infantry blues</orgName>, <persName type="real" cert="medium" key="Henry Wise" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper040">Capt Wise’s</persName>
               company, which had so handsomely, entertained <orgName>the New York 7th</orgName>. They were fine
               aristocrat looking fellows in <objectName type="clothing">grey uniform</objectName> like the Lewisburg greys. I found I was
               but two of three hundred yards from <placeName type="quarters">Reno’s quarters </placeName>through <placeName>the wood</placeName>. It was a
               handsomer set of <placeName type="repeated">barracks</placeName> than the others - the houses built of <objectName type="equipment">boards</objectName> - the
               <objectName type="building">chimneys</objectName> outside of <objectName type="nature">mud</objectName> and <objectName type="nature">sticks</objectName> plastered with mud. I found <persName cert="high" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> in the <placeName>Col’s quarters</placeName> &amp; <persName type="Colonel">the Col</persName> told me I need not go back as he had ordered the other
               companies to come up. During the forenoon I went down to see the <objectName type="equipment">forts</objectName> - there
               were three - one of eleven one of four, the other of ten - this last one was the
               one that was bombarded but it had not been materially injured at all. They had
               spiked the <objectName type="equipment">guns</objectName>, cut the <objectName type="equipment">ropes</objectName>, threw most of the <objectName type="equipment">ammunition</objectName> into <placeName key="repeated">the swamp</placeName>. They
               are beautiful works built of <objectName type="nature">sod</objectName> and <objectName type="nature">sand</objectName> - and heavily armed with thirty two
               pounders some rifled - they are very formidable, &amp; well manned could not well
               be taken. </p>
            
            <fw>
               <date when="1862-02-09">Sunday 9th</date>
            </fw>
            <p>
               The <objectName type="equipment">batteries</objectName>, numbering three, are very nicely constructed of <objectName type="nature">sod</objectName> and <objectName type="nature">sand</objectName>. <placeName cert="low" key="Fort Foster" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l26">The fort
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="medium"/></placeName> just below here on <placeName>the beach</placeName> was called, <placeName type="beach" cert="medium" key="Fort Huger" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl032">Huger
                     <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, now <persName type="real" key="Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Reno</persName>, eleven <objectName type="equipment">guns</objectName> next
               Blanchard, now Park, four <objectName type="equipment">guns </objectName>mounted and a place for a fifth, lying on <placeName>the shore</placeName>
               at <placeName>the landing</placeName> - the third on <placeName cert="medium" key="Pork Point" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl070">Pig point
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, <placeName cert="high" key="Fort Bartow" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl004">Bartow
                     <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, now <placeName type="fort" cert="high" key="Fort Foster" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l26">Fort Foster</placeName>. This latter was
               not injured any of account. There were two <objectName type="equipment">red guns</objectName> - one or two disabled. <placeName type="repeated">The barracks</placeName> 
               inside were burned and a great many <objectName type="equipment">arms </objectName>destroyed. Houses outside were
               perforated with shot &amp; <objectName type="equipment">shell</objectName> and we saw many lying far back of it. A great
               deal of <objectName type="equipment">powder</objectName> had been thrown into <placeName key="repeated">the swamp</placeName>, and are in case number of <objectName type="equipment">arms</objectName> have
               been fished out of <placeName>the swamps</placeName>. On our way back, we met a party who had taken two
               prisoners. One a bright eyed fellow said he was from <placeName type="county" key="Craven County" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl019">Craven County</placeName> &amp; that his
               company had worked the <objectName type="equipment">guns</objectName> themselves. The fourth shot had disabled the <objectName type="equipment">gun</objectName>, and
               one man killed &amp; three wounded was all the casualties. <persName cert="high" key="G. H. Hassenplug" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper035">Hassenplug</persName> found an old
               classmate of his when at <placeName type="college" cert="high" key="Union College" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl087">Union College
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, <persName>Piot</persName> by name, from <orgName>Murfreesboro' capt of a company</orgName>. He knew <persName cert="high" key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051" type="real">John Blair Linn</persName>. They had long conversations of old times. He
               told us a great deal, which we did not altogether. I suppose they placed the same
               reliance on a great many of our statements. He said the army at <placeName key="Norfolk, Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl062">Norfolk</placeName> was 15.000
               that was on <placeName>the Island</placeName> on Saturday during the battle, and was so hard pressed that
               he left his <objectName type="clothing">overcoat</objectName>. We heard the explosion of the fortification on Nags head on
               Saturday evening, but took it for an evening <objectName type="equipment">gun </objectName>from a <objectName type="equipment">nine inch shell gun</objectName>.
               <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> picked up a tract “for the times” published at <placeName cert="high" key="Petersburg, Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl068">Petersburg Va
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>. He has also
               one he took out of the cap of one that was shot in the last skirmish just before
               the the surrender near this camp. Casting our burden on the Lord by <persName cert="high" key="Joseph Atkinson" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper062" type="real">Joseph Atkinson</persName>. “There is no class of men who excite a deeper interest in every loyal
               son of the south than our gallant soldiers &amp; who have exposed them selves in
               defense of our honor our liberties &amp; our lives" <persName>The Col</persName> sent for the rest of
               our battalion &amp; our <orgName>company</orgName> arrived in the evening. They passed a most
               miserably wretched night, and said they felt very anxious about me. <placeName type="repeated">The barracks</placeName>
               put up here will probably accommodate four regiments. There is every thing
               indicating an <objectName type="body">eye</objectName> to comfort convenience and a permanent stay. </p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-10"> Monday 10</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>It commenced <name type="weather">snowing</name>, and on the whole was a very
               disagreeable day. This after noon or evening I started to go on board the <objectName type="vehicle ">Cossack</objectName>, I went with <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">Lt Blair</persName>, <persName>Brown</persName> &amp; <persName cert="high" key="Connolly" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper129" type="real">Conolly</persName> seamen, &amp; a half dozen others. It <name type="weather">rained</name> and grew dark on us before our weary tramp of five or
               six miles through the <binaryObject type="nature ">sand</binaryObject> ended at the
               Pig point battery. As the <persName>cook</persName> pointed out where our
               <objectName>boat</objectName> lay, visions of hot coffee and warm
               <objectName>biscuit</objectName> rose before me - decent <objectName type="drink">coffee</objectName> we had not since we left the <placeName type="ship">
                  Cossack</placeName> - &amp; that was nothing like <persName cert="high" key="Dick Coulter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper025">Dick</persName> can make. Our vexation can be imagined faintly when we found
               the<objectName type="vehicle"> boat</objectName> gone - we were five miles from
               our camp and it would take two hours to make it - it was <name type="weather">snowing</name>. We made various attempts to get over - we started to get
               quarters. Our <objectName type="clothes">clothes</objectName> were wet we had no
               <objectName type="equipment">blankets</objectName> - We found a little house whose whole front had
               been knocked out with a shell - built a <objectName type="nature">fire</objectName>
               with about a half cord of <objectName type="nature ">wood</objectName> at a time and
               got just inside the house. Oh, but it was miserable It was the longest night I had
               yet spent, of all the miserable nights I had spent since I left the <objectName type="vehicle ">Cossack</objectName>. About eleven o’clock we were roused with the
               news brought there, to the headquarters, we were not aware they were in a shanty
               close by that the gunboats had run past the fortification at <placeName type="City " cert="high" key="Elizabeth City" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl022">Elizabeth City </placeName>, slap against the <objectName type="equipment">gunboats</objectName>
               boarded them set <objectName type="nature ">fire</objectName> to &amp; burned five,
               the Jamy among the number, captured one, then turned their attention the fort,
               landed, spiked the <objectName type="equipment ">guns</objectName>, blew up the
               fortifications. The rebels set fire to the <placeName type="place">City</placeName>,
               blew up the locks. The mayor of the <origPlace type="place ">City</origPlace> came
               off and surrendered to<persName type="real" cert="high" key="Capt. Rowan" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper126"> Capt Rowan</persName>, and requested him to assist in putting out the
               <objectName type="nature">fire</objectName>. <persName key="Capt. Rowan" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper126">Rowan</persName> said that he could not consent to land &amp; if they saw fit to
               fire the City he could not help it - that he could not lie under the imputation of
               having fired it. </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-11">Tuesday 11</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>After spending a most miserable night I succeeded in getting on the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName>. It looked very lonely and desolate, and I
               could not even sleep. I returned after <objectName type="food ">dinner</objectName>
               with the <objectName type="equipment ">baggage</objectName> of our company. <persName type="captain">Capt Snyder</persName> of <orgName type="organization ">Company G
               </orgName>resigned on account of ill health. His <objectName>lungs</objectName> are
               seriously affected. <persName cert="high" key="Henry Bentley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper098" type="real">Lt Henry</persName>, <persName key="Capt. Picot" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper104">Capt Picot</persName> &amp; <persName cert="high" key="W.H. Worthington" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper080" type="real">Dr Worthington</persName> rebel officers took <objectName type="food">dinner</objectName> with the Col. Recently is of the regular. Rebel army fights
               with a will. Speaking of the pilot that brought us up, Bony somebody - he said so
               earnestly. Well if he can reconcile it with his conscience I’m satisfied. <persName type="real" cert="medium" key="W.H. Worthington" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper080">Worthington</persName> was the exaggerated southerner, with long
               <objectName>hair</objectName> and very light <objectName>mustache</objectName>.
            </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-12">Wednesday 12</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>This was a <name type="weather">delicious warm day</name>. I was detailed to bring up
               the days provisions from the <objectName type="nature ">shore</objectName>, about a
               mile. We had no transportation. Everything had to be carried <objectName type="equipment">Barrels</objectName> rolled - we laid a board path for nearly a
               mile over by land. In the delicious <objectName type="nature ">air</objectName> of
               the forenoon <persName cert="high" key="James Gibson" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper047" type="real">Jim Gibson</persName>
               <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">George</persName> &amp; I sat on a pile of <objectName type="nature ">rocks</objectName> by the <objectName type="nature ">shore</objectName> &amp;
               watched rebel officers march on board the <objectName type="vehicle">Pilot
                  boy</objectName> to be taken to the <objectName>Spaulding</objectName>. </p>
            
            <fw>
               <date when="1862-02-12">Wednesday 12.</date>
            </fw>
            <p>our friends <persName cert="high" key="W.H. Worthington" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper080" type="real">Worthington</persName>
               <persName key="Capt. Picot" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper104">Picot</persName> &amp; <persName>Kenney</persName> among the number. There were
               many fine gentlemanly looking men, of all sort shaped <objectName type="clothing ">hats</objectName>. It is said that the officers of the <orgName type="Regiment ">Virginia Regt,</orgName> when they started to come here, they for a fake had
               their <objectName type="equipment">baggage</objectName> marked <placeName type="State " cert="high" key="New York" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl061">New York</placeName> - intimating they were going to fight their way through -
               they go there in an unexpected way. A <objectName type="flag ">flag</objectName> of
               truce came over from Nag's head and took the bodies of Capt [?] &amp; Cole. <persName cert="high" key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008" type="real">Gen Burnsides </persName> quarters were crowded with Islanders taking
               the oath of allegiance. We got in to quarters along by our <orgName type="Regiment ">Company</orgName>, accepting <persName cert="high" key="Capt. Picot" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper104" type="real">Capt Picots</persName> wounded, and I suppose <persName key="George McClellan" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper036"> George</persName>'s and mine were taken among them. If that is so I am well
               enough satisfied.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-14">Friday 14</date>.</dateline>
            <p>Another <name type="weather ">delightful day</name>. <orgName type="regiment">Our
                  Regiment</orgName> was on guard yesterday, and we were up last night. I got a tub
               last night, took a bath, one of the islanders had washed some <objectName type="clothes">clothes</objectName> for us, and now I feel a new man. <persName cert="high" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" type="real">Beaver</persName> and I went over to see the site of <origPlace>
                  <placeName cert="high" key="Fort Raleigh" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl108">Ft Raleigh </placeName>
               </origPlace>. The [?] of a mound, but grown over with <objectName type="nature ">trees</objectName> fifty or a hundred years old, are to be seen. it is in an
               <objectName type="nature">overgrown thicket</objectName>.
               <persName>Jim</persName> a darky piloted us to it - He was a <objectName type="vehicle">ship</objectName> launcher - that is helped to get off <objectName type="vehicle ">ships</objectName> that were beached - He said the rebels told him
               that we would put him in [?] and take him to [?] and sell him. We passed the house of
               old [Dol?] - two rebels in uniform were brought up to see the old man before he died.
               Yesterday, one of the barracks in which the rebel prisoners were was taken for a
               hospital, &amp; the prisoners were turned out, &amp; had to lay out all night. It was
               a pity, but we were as bad for we have our men crowded in two small rooms. This
               evening, an order came that each captain should take five prisoners into their
               quarters. It was an utter impossibility with me. <persName cert="high" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" type="real">Beaver</persName> &amp; I talked with them last night a good deal.
               They are very ignorant - &amp; are something like our rivermen without their
               smartness. We got our <objectName type="mail">mail</objectName> last night. Rec'd
               three letters from <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">John</persName> &amp; one from <persName cert="high" key="Annie Catherine Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper015" type="real">Annie</persName>. Our boys were sitting around reading
               <objectName>newspapers</objectName> &amp; the rebels stared at them. They look
               agape at us drilling. This afternoon <persName cert="medium" key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">Lt Col Bell </persName>took the regiment out along the beach. Saw an ancient
               mill, where there were still remains of <objectName type="food">corn</objectName> lately ground.
               This with being on guard duty last night makes me undisposed to write.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-15">Saturday 15.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>It was <name type="weather ">rainy, drizzling all day</name>. About ten o'clock we
               had regimental drill and marched down along the beach &amp; visited all the
               batteries. At the lower one they were digging <objectName type="nature ">trenches</objectName>, making <objectName type="equipment">bridges</objectName>, drains and
               putting up a telegraph up this way. We returned up the <objectName>road</objectName>
               about three o'clock hungry enough to eat a good dinner. <persName cert="high" key="Dick Coulter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper025" type="real">Dick</persName> had ready for us of <objectName type="food">roast
                  potatoes</objectName>, <objectName type="food">fried beef</objectName>,
               <objectName type="drink">coffee</objectName> and <objectName type="food">butter</objectName> &amp; <objectName type="food">crackers</objectName>.
               Yesterday up at [Loes?] he showed us some <objectName type="nature">fig
                  trees</objectName> - they resembled in appearance <objectName type="food">horse
                     chestnut</objectName>, not in leaf. Our cooks were ordered on board to cook three
               days provisions and have them ready by tomorrow evening. We understand that we are to
               go on some expedition and return here - our camp equipage is to come on <objectName type="nature ">shore</objectName>. </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-16">Sunday 16th.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">Rained, fizzled</name>, and was generally unpleasant. We had
               company inspection and regimental, and service. <persName cert="high" key="Rodumel" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper111" type="real">Rodumel</persName> has quartered with us, &amp; we live as comfortably
               as ever. <persName cert="high" key="Dick Coulter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper025">Dick</persName> makes excellent <objectName type="drink">tea</objectName> and
               <objectName type="drink">coffee</objectName>, <objectName type="food">biscuit</objectName>, and we have had <objectName type="food">butter</objectName>
               and <objectName type="food">canned tomatoes</objectName> this several days. Tomorrow,
               we we hear, we are to go on board the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName>
               to go on some expedition, and are to return here. The<orgName> New York
                  51st</orgName> remains on the island. An arrangement has been made to exchange
               prisoners, and an oath has been to day administered to them not to [?] against the
               U.S. until duly exchanged. <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057" type="real">Morris</persName> told me they had a communication with Gen [?]
               stating that the <placeName cert="high" key="Bull Run" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl007">Bull Run </placeName>prisoners would be exchanged first &amp; then others as far as they go.
               One of the <orgName type="Regiment ">Louisianans </orgName>formerly of <placeName key="New Jersey" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl111">New Jersey</placeName>, told us that a wounded rebel was waited on by his brother
               in our army at one of the <objectName type="equipment">houses</objectName> on the island. As they
               passed up here, they found the <name type="People ">North Carolinians</name> here,
               who told them they should go up &amp; fight, and after the defeat, they came back
               this way &amp; found them cooking. They told them there was a devil of an army coming
               after them - they got so scared they ran around in a ring. An old negro gave a
               comical description - he said they ran down to the <objectName type="nature ">shore</objectName>, some of them stripped off their <objectName type="clothes">clothes</objectName>, and they were all bedassled.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-17">Monday 17th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>It <name type="weather">rained furiously</name> all morning. But quit toward noon. We
               were put in charge of the prisoners in our camp somewhere near five hundred, and
               ordered to get ready to go on board the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName> as guard. About noon, the regiment formed to escort them
               down, but the<persName> Adjt</persName> had neglected to give us orders, and in the
               stress of time we had to get ready. <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> was left to bring down the <objectName type="equiptment">baggage</objectName> - he got an old <objectName type="vehicle">go-cart</objectName>, but we marched off without him. We were all put on board
               the <objectName type="equiptment">dinkie</objectName>, and taken to the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName> - where we stowed them in the hold and between
               decks - Many were sick and very miserable - we put them in the ladies saloon
               -<persName cert="high" key="Connolly" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper129" type="real"> Little Connolly</persName> that spent the [snowy?] night with us is
               down with the smallpox. I was talking to some of the prisoners - one of them asked me
               with a seriousness that made me laugh, whether our government had not sold many of
               the slaves taken from their masters &amp; that escaped to the <persPronouns>Spaniards
               </persPronouns>- that they had been so informed - also they had been told that on our
               march up to [?] that we had burned pillaged and destroyed - raped women - that many
               men had to stand by and see their wives and daughters raped before their eyes. They
               asked me whether they would not be allowed to go home before they would have to go
               into service again, and said they would like to get out of it. We feel that we are in
               rather disagreeable service, with the number of dirty filthy, sick men with all sorts
               of diseases, mumps, fever, chicken pox - but have said that we are to do our duty,
               and leave the consequences in the hands in whom all things are. We took possession of
               one of the bridal chambers. <persName key="Charles Mallory" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper019">Mr Mallory</persName>, <persName cert="high" key="Charles Mallory" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper019" type="real">Charles Mallory</persName> &amp; <persName key="Capt. Snyder" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper107">Capt Snyder</persName> are on board, &amp; we form a mess. <persName cert="high" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" type="real">Beaver</persName> &amp; party got on board, in a <objectName type="vehicle">surf boat</objectName> with all our <objectName type="equipment">baggage</objectName> last night which puts us in good trim. I little thought when
               I sailed on the <objectName type="vehicle ">Cossack</objectName> that I would ever
               have charge of her.</p>
         </div>

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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-18">Tuesday 18th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <orgName>Our men</orgName> were busy cleaning their <objectName type="equipment">arms</objectName> and we put up <objectName type="equipment">racks</objectName> amid <objectName type="vehicle">ships</objectName>. The
               [light?] &amp; <persName key="Capt. Snyder" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper107" cert="high" type="real">Capt Snyder</persName> went <placeName type="nature">ashore</placeName>. <persName cert="high" key="James A. Kelley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper045" type="real">Kelly</persName> came back with him - having
               absent two days without leave I put him under arrest. <orgName>Two surgeons</orgName>,
               <orgName> rebels</orgName> were
               sent on board to attend to the sick. Of all miserable dirty squalid looking
               men, these<orgName> prisoners</orgName> are the worst - We turned them out on <objectName type="vehicle">deck</objectName> and counted
               them numbering 484. This evening we cleaned out the <placeName>ladies cabin</placeName> and made a
               <placeName type="hospital">hospital </placeName>of it. [?] &amp; mumps appear to be most prevalent. This evening the
               <objectName type="ship">Dinky</objectName> came along side with <orgName type="wounded">50 or 60 wounded</orgName>
               <orgName>prisoners</orgName> There was a <name>rebel doctor  </name>              a very <persName>gentlemanly fellow,</persName> with them and he protested against putting them on
               board. I felt disinclined as we had enough to do. So the capt of the <objectName type="ship">Dinky</objectName>,
               <persName key="Capt. Thomas Chamberlain" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper101">Chambers,</persName> concluded not to put them on. The day <name type="weather">was cold.</name> A fleet with<orgName> soldiers </orgName>               came up the <placeName type="waterway">channel</placeName> - some said the <orgName>D'Epineuil Zouves</orgName> were along. I never wish
               to be put in charge of a <objectName>prisonership</objectName>. Though some are very intelligent the
               majority are helpless as they are ignorant. They all tell us that we have
               treated them very kindly. War is horrible. I first saw the pomp &amp;
               circumstance - the<placeName> battle field</placeName> - the <orgName>dead and wounded </orgName>now the <objectName type="ship">prison ship.</objectName> I
               felt relieved when they took away the wounded - we had no <objectName type="equipment">bed pans </objectName>- and they
               would have to evacuate as they lay - I could imagine what it would be by
               morning, from what I have already seen. I understand we are to go to <placeName key="Elizabeth City" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl022">Elizabeth City</placeName>. My hope &amp; wish is to get there soon. <persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076" cert="high" type="real">Tom Grier</persName> came on board to see
               us this evening. He looks very well.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-19">Wednesday 19th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">Clear.</name> I went with <persName key="Mr. Carpenter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper092" cert="high" type="real">Mr Carpenter</persName>, the mate down to <objectName type="ship">the Picket,</objectName> to inquire for
               the<objectName type="readable "> mail</objectName>, but found she had been only to <placeName type="city" key="Hatteras Inlet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl045">Hatteras,</placeName> &amp; brought none. Then we
               went to <placeName type="headquarters">Gen. Burnsides headquarters</placeName> <placeName>on shore</placeName> to inquire for <objectName type="nature">coal</objectName> - then up to <placeName key="Fort Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl031" cert="high">Ft. Reno<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName> to see our <persName type="officer">quarter master</persName> about provisions &amp; went up to<placeName type="camp"> camp</placeName> to see
               <orgName type="soldiers">our sick</orgName> - they were in our <placeName>old quarters</placeName> but they had with chicken pox - two
               others we have in the <placeName type="hospital">hospital</placeName>. When we came down to the <placeName>beach</placeName> a party had a
               little [bull?], like a two year old, but which a <persName type="person">grey headed darky</persName> declared had
               been on the <placeName>island </placeName>6 years, &amp; he was old then, hitched in a <objectName type="equipment">high cart</objectName>,
               filled with<objectName type="equipment"> boxes</objectName> and<objectName type="equipment"> barrels</objectName>. He walked off with his [mountain?] <objectName type="equipment">load</objectName> with
               considerable care. We sent <persName key="Thomas Bobst" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper074">Bobst</persName> to <placeName type="nature">shore</placeName>, sick with the chicken pox. <persName>
                  <persName type="friend">
                     <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002" cert="high" type="real">Shorkley</persName>
                  </persName>
               </persName>
               &amp; the <persName>Captain </persName>went over to <placeName key="Croatan Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl110">Croatan Island </placeName>to the fortification that the <orgName type="opposition ">rebels</orgName> blew up, on the day of the surrender. It was made by putting in two
               <objectName type="vehicle">canal boats</objectName> end to end, and filling up outside with <objectName type="nature">sod</objectName>. A man said they had
               about <orgName type="people">a thousand darkies</orgName>. He said also that they had drafted on in three on the <placeName>island</placeName> &amp; this was the day they were to come after them. We got some <objectName type="food">sweet potatoes</objectName> and a <objectName type="drink">bottle of milk.</objectName>
               <orgName type="sick">The sick</orgName> are getting worse. The<orgName> rebels</orgName> had run a
               gun boat through which we had put some holes into the shore at <placeName type="island" key="Croatan Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl110">Croatan Island</placeName>,
               and there it sank. Our <objectName type="vehicle">gun boats</objectName> took away all the <objectName type="cannon">cannon</objectName> burned the <objectName type="vehicle">boats,</objectName> and took up the <objectName type="equipment">engine</objectName> &amp;<objectName type="equipment"> boiler </objectName>of the <objectName type="vehicle">gun boat</objectName> which were in good
               condition.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-20">Thursday 20.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather ">This was a delightful day</name> - like ours of May. I went <placeName type="nature">ashore </placeName>with <persName key="Capt. Bennet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper091" cert="high" type="real">Captain Bennet.</persName>
               <orgName>The prisoners</orgName> were getting sick by the dozens, and the <orgName type="doctors">surgeons</orgName> said
               they would die in<objectName type="nature"> piles</objectName> if we remained long. It smells dreadfully down there,
               &amp; the <binaryObject type="nature">filth &amp; dirt</binaryObject> is indescribable. Although we have plenty of<objectName type="food"> flour,</objectName>
               there is no means of baking - our <objectName type="food">hard bread</objectName> was done, &amp; from the trouble
               in getting <objectName type="food">food </objectName>seemed as it was, I was afraid of a row, if the want of
               <objectName type="food">bread </objectName>was added to the trouble. So we went up to <placeName type="quarters">Reno's quarters</placeName>, and I gave
               him the history - He said we would start this afternoon which was good news -
               so when we got to the<placeName> beach</placeName> we saw the <objectName type="equipment">flag</objectName> at half mast, blue, &amp; knew it
               to be recall of all hands to the<objectName type="vehicle"> ship.</objectName> I had fortified myself however with an
               order to remove all <orgName type="soldiers">my sick</orgName> to the<objectName type="vehicle"> Peabody. </objectName>We got to the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName> in time for
               dinner, twelve o'clock <objectName type="equipment">anchor </objectName>hewed immediately and we ran up to where the
               other <objectName type="equipment">vessels</objectName> were anchored, just above the head of the <placeName>Island,</placeName> and along side
               the <objectName type="vehicle">Peabody</objectName>. I communicated my orders, but just then <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Gens Burnside</persName> &amp; <persName key="Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Reno</persName>
               came up with <objectName type="ship">Alice Price</objectName>, and orders were given to sail, so we concluded to
               leave them on board. <name type="weather">The day was bright</name> and we went it gaily, the little <objectName type="vehicle">tug Champion</objectName> leading the way, next the <objectName type="vehicle">Spaulding,</objectName>
               <objectName type="vehicle">Peabody,</objectName>
               <objectName type="vehicle">Admiral,</objectName>
               <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName>, <objectName type="vehicle">New York. </objectName>The <objectName type="vehicle">Spaulding</objectName> was the officers and the <objectName type="vehicle">Peabody</objectName> the <orgName type="soldiers">wounded</orgName> and <orgName type="soldiers">sick</orgName>.
               About four o'clock we entered <placeName ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl066" key="Pasquotank">Pasquotonk river<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName>. <placeName>The shores</placeName> were <objectName type="nature">marshy </objectName>and
               lined with <objectName type="nature">dark pines,</objectName> with here and there an acre or two cleared, and a
               <objectName type="equipment">windmill</objectName>. At one place six <objectName type="equipment">windmills </objectName>were congregated and ten were in sight, so
               we neared <placeName key="Elizabeth City" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl022" cert="high">Elizabeth City.<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName> There were <placeName type="place">plantations</placeName> and some <placeName type="building">fine looking houses.</placeName>
               The most beautiful sight were successive [?] or steppes of <objectName type="nature">dark green pines,</objectName> of
               different heights, thick and dark - as if they had been cleared and grown at
               different<objectName type="nature"> pines.</objectName> The <objectName type="drink">water</objectName> was dark colored like tan bark, the <placeName type="nature">shores</placeName> winding,
               bluffed with <placeName type="nature">groves</placeName> of the <objectName type="nature">tall yellow pine.</objectName> We rounded a point and came in
               sight of the place, a shire, <placeName type="buildings">tall brick buildings,</placeName> like <objectName type="equipment">mills,</objectName> apparently just
               placed <placeName type="shore">on shore</placeName> among the <objectName type="nature">tall pines. </objectName>On the point was their fortification
               tenantless, &amp; gunless, its <objectName type="equipment">magazine</objectName> blown up, and near the <placeName type="shore">shore</placeName> wrecks of
               <objectName type="vehicle">gun boats,</objectName> one a<objectName type="equipment"> propeller</objectName> perhaps the Ja<objectName type="ship"/>my, and one a side <objectName type="equipment">wheeler</objectName>. The
               <placeName type="nature">shore</placeName> appeared close in here. The <name type="weather">sunset was very beautiful</name> - and the scene was
               sombre enough - those <objectName type="nature">pines</objectName> give it a dark severe look - perhaps in the <name type="weather">summer it is brighter</name> - but the most pleasant sensation was to see something of
               civilization again - <placeName>a town </placeName>however small. As we came near, &amp; I saw the<placeName type="buildings"> houses &amp; farms </placeName>on shore - Large <placeName type="houses">fine looking houses,</placeName> some with <objectName type="building">balconies</objectName>
               all around - in the calm evening much like our <name type="weather">summer</name>, I thought more of home,
               and how I would live &amp; alter things in our <placeName>old house</placeName>, than I have done
               since I left <placeName>home</placeName>. I was talking to one of the<orgName type="doctors"> Surgeons</orgName> - he said though he had
               been very enthusiastic for southern rights, he thought if he got off he wouldnt
               get in the<orgName type="soldiers"> army</orgName> again.</p>
         </div>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-21">Friday 21</date>
            </dateline>
            <dateline>It was <name type="weather">bright and fine</name> this morning. The <objectName type="vehicle">Spaulding</objectName> and <objectName type="vehicle">Peabody</objectName> were taken up first to unload — then the <objectName type="vehicle">New York</objectName>, and then the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack.</objectName> There is <objectName type="nature">twelve feet of water</objectName> at the <placeName>wharf,</placeName> and several fine <placeName>
                  <placeName type="warehouse">brick warehouses</placeName>,</placeName>
               <placeName>market houses</placeName>, and other <placeName>fine buildings</placeName>. We could see up one of the <placeName type="streets">streets</placeName>, which was narrow, lined and arched with<objectName type="nature"> trees,</objectName> and in the summertime must be very pretty.The different<orgName type="companies"> companies</orgName> were called off, one at a time, and names called and checked. We met some of the officers — <persName type="real" cert="high" key="Capt. Picot" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper104">Capt. Picot,</persName>
               <persName key="Col. Jordan" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper122">Col. Jordan,</persName> and others. Their tone was changed since they got on their<objectName type="equipment"> sail </objectName>out of reach of us — false, fawning, in order to get well treated, apparently grateful.The <orgName>3rd Georgia Reg’t</orgName> was on duty, and I understood from one of their <orgName>lieutenants </orgName>that they were on duty along the <placeName>canal</placeName>. Some bitter conversation between them and <orgName>our men</orgName> ensued, until I ordered mine on board. <orgName>The officers</orgName> lie to their men without doubt. <persName key="Capt. Picot" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper104">Capt. Picot</persName> said to<orgName> his men, </orgName>as soon as he saw them, “Boys, I have good news for you — we have licked them on the <objectName type="ship">Cumberland</objectName> and taken 5,000 <orgName>prisoners.</orgName>” That <orgName>3rd Georgia Reg’t</orgName> needs a dressing [bad?].We all parted with bitterer feelings — the more so that the ungrateful dogs gave us such an ill return for all the trouble and exertion we made to make them comfortable.In the forenoon, while waiting for our turn, I went with the <persName>captain</persName>
               <placeName type="shore">on shore</placeName>, onto the ruins of the <objectName type="equipment">propeller</objectName>
               <objectName type="ship">Jamy</objectName>, and where they had the battery. <objectName type="equipment">Four guns</objectName> lay there, but their <objectName type="equipment">carriages</objectName> were burned and their effectiveness destroyed.About four under <objectName type="equipment">sail </objectName>and steam ran down the sound and anchored at <placeName cert="high" key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke Island<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName> about seven o’clock. It was <name type="weather">piercing cold </name>this evening. The <orgName>officers </orgName>on the <objectName type="vehicle">Spaulding</objectName> growled at their [fare?], but the<persName type="captain"> captain</persName> told them that they got better than they deserved.
               <fw>Friday 21.</fw> In the ruined battery were <orgName>buried two men</orgName>: <persName>Fred. [Herman?</persName>], <persName>seaman</persName>, and <persName key="Thomas O'Mara" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper078" cert="high" type="real">Thos. O’Mara,</persName>
               <orgName>Co. A, Rhode Island Vols.</orgName>, who fell Feb. 10, 1862, for his beloved country, as it was inscribed on their <objectName type="equipment">headboards</objectName>. The <orgName>3rd Georgian Reg’t</orgName> wore our <objectName type="equipment">blue overcoats</objectName>, and they have been captured in the [?].</dateline>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-22">Saturday 22.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>This morning after a splendid sleep - relieved from all anxiety, whilst <name type="weather">raining very hard</name>, I went off to <placeName type="nature">shore</placeName> and up to <placeName type="camp">camp</placeName>, where I was informed we were to
               come over: owing to having no quarters I got permission of <persName key="Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086" cert="high" type="real">Gen. Reno</persName> to stay on
               board until Monday morning. We got back in time for dinner.<persName type="captain"> The Capt.</persName> was going
               over to <placeName type="quarters">Burnside's quarters</placeName>, &amp; as there was something said about
               fumigation, I concluded to go too. We took poor<persName type="real" cert="high" key="Cuffy" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper114"> little Cuffy </persName>over to the
               <placeName type="hospital">Hospital</placeName> to die perhaps - I heard the<persName type="captain"> Capt</persName> brutally remark that he brought him
               over to the <placeName type="hospital">hospital</placeName> because he hadn't <objectName type="nature">pine</objectName> enough to make a <objectName type="grave">coffin</objectName> for him.
               When I got there I heard <persName>
                  <persName type="doctor">Dr Church</persName>
               </persName> send an order to <persName key="Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Gen Reno</persName> to have the <orgName>51st Regiment P.V.</orgName> separated from the others. He told me to get <orgName type="company">my company</orgName> off the
               <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack </objectName>as soon as I could. I sent word over to <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley</persName> to have them ready,
               and took the back road up to <placeName type="base">camp</placeName>. I met the <persName type="colonel">Col. </persName>&amp; told him what I had
               heard, I went to <placeName type="base">camp</placeName>, then to the <placeName type="beach">beach,</placeName> found the <orgName type="company">Brigade commissary</orgName> got a
               <objectName type="vehicle ">little boat,</objectName> rowed 5 or 10 miles, got to the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName> just as the Company left
               in the <objectName type="vehicle">surf-boats -</objectName> I went back to get <objectName type="equipment">quarters</objectName> as the <persName type="officer ">quartermaster</persName> hadn't got
               our <objectName type="equipment">tents</objectName> off as promised - I could not find any at <placeName>Camp</placeName> &amp; got an order
               from <persName key="Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086" cert="high" type="real">Gen Reno</persName> to use the tents at <placeName key="Fort Park" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl030" cert="high">Fort Park<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName>. So down we trudged all the way -
               &amp; found the <objectName type="equipment">tents</objectName> had no <objectName type="equipment">poles.</objectName> However <orgName type="boys">New Jersey boys</orgName> turned in and
               pulled the <objectName type="equipment">tents</objectName> over the <placeName type="house">cook house</placeName> made<objectName type="drink"> coffee</objectName> for us &amp; treated us
               splendidly. <persName key="Capt. McChesney" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper120">Capt Chesney</persName> treated me like a prince &amp; gave me a <objectName type="equipment">bed</objectName> in his<objectName type="equipment"> tent.</objectName>
            </p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-23">Sunday 23.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>The <orgName>Jersey-boys</orgName> gave us our<objectName type="drink"> coffee</objectName> this morning, &amp; we came down and took
               poss. of <placeName>a house</placeName> &amp; have been busy fixing up <placeName type="base">quarters</placeName>. This evening after a
               <name type="weather">dull cloudy day</name> we had a <name type="weather">glorious sunset</name> - I have not seen many finer things
               than the look down over the <placeName>Sound</placeName> this evening.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-24">Monday 24.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>It was <name type="weather">very windy </name>here today. The <placeName>Sound</placeName> was lashed into fury and beat with a
               roar on the <placeName>beach</placeName>. <persName cert="high" key="Dr. Cutter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper124" type="real">Dr Cutter</persName> &amp; <persName key="Dr. Hossack" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper088" cert="high" type="real">Dr Hossack</persName> were here today. It appears that
               the cases we have had were varioloid. We had one in the <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName> and four now
               in the <placeName>hospital. </placeName>One man is broken out. We appear to have been the only company
               in which it was any ways prevalent, and we have been ordered to stay here until
               it is eradicated.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-02-25">&amp;gt;Tuesday 25.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>We sent <persName type="real" cert="high" key="Aaron Smith" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper006">Smith</persName> up to the <placeName type="building">hospital</placeName> with the small pox. no other cases have
               developed. The day was <name type="weather">very pleasant</name> and we drilled steadily. <persName key="Dick Coulter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper025">Dick</persName> has a very
               bad cold and we are fearful that he is another case. There are others
               apparently having bad colds and pains in the back - Confound it, I expect it
               will prevent us from being along with the next expedition. In other respects it
               has blest us with <placeName type="base">good quarters</placeName>. We went up to the [?] and got a <objectName type="equipment">couple of boxes</objectName> &amp; then to the [?] where we saw <persName type="real" cert="high" key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076">Tom Grier</persName>.</p>
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            <dateline><date when="1862-02-26">Wednesday 26.</date></dateline>
            <p><name type="weather">It was pleasant this afternoon</name>. We drilled all day. About
               noon we were put in possession of <placeName key="Fort Park" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl030" cert="high">Ft. Park
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>. I did not remove from my present quarters in <placeName cert="high" key="Meekim's Hill" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl109">Meekim's hill
                     <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, but detailed a guard of 14 to the <placeName key="Fort Park" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl030">fort</placeName>. <name type="weather">This evening rain set in &amp; it is
                        dreary enough</name>. We have another case of small pox probably - at least the
               symptoms of pain in the head and back like a bad cold, are very much like the other
               cases. Well we are in for it &amp; a good time will have of it I expect. When danger
               is near it hasn't near the ugly appearance it has when afar off. I feel as easy about
               it as if I were at home. The only annoying thing is that it will prevent our going
               with the expedition. I have really spent a delightful time since I have been here,
               &amp; <name type="weather">the prospect of a rainy day</name>, which perforce eased
               one from exertion is really delightful in contemplation.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline><date when="1862-02-27">Thursday 27.</date></dateline>
            <p><name type="weather">Last night it stormed fearfully</name>. It howled around our old <objectName type="building">barracks</objectName>. <name type="weather">This
                  morning however it was clear and bright and cool</name>. I went up to the <objectName type="building">barracks </objectName>-
               the first thing I saw was them carry several drunk Irishmen across to the <objectName type="building">guard
                  house</objectName> &amp; the next thing the <objectName type="equipment">Stler tent</objectName> with three guards, &amp; and not
               allowed to sell anything. They had searched the <objectName type="equipment">tent</objectName> &amp; found some <objectName type="drink">sherry Brandy</objectName>. We bought <objectName type="food">flour</objectName> at the <orgName>Brigade Commissary</orgName> for 3 cts per pd - <objectName type="food">sugar </objectName>10
               cts &amp; <objectName type="equipment">candles </objectName>25 - We can pay anything at what the government pays. We
               returned in time for company drill. The boys drill admirably &amp; if we only
               have a week or two more we will get along. This afternoon we drilled as
               skirmishers. The sunset was remarkably beautiful. Our <objectName type="building">house </objectName>fronts on the <placeName>shore</placeName>
               about a hundred paces from it. The <placeName key="Pamlico Sound" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl065" cert="medium">sound
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> is about five miles wide &amp; the
               further shore gives a deep blue color - Tonight it was saffron and scarlet before
               last gold and orange &amp; blue. At dusk
               <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" cert="high" type="real">Beaver</persName> &amp; I strolled up to the
               <placeName key="Fort Park" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl030" cert="high">Fort</placeName>. The boys had a <objectName type="equipment">fire </objectName>in the <objectName type="building">old cook house</objectName> &amp; were sitting around 
                its cheery blaze talking. These <objectName type="equipment">campfires</objectName> will long live in our
               memories to be talked about when we go home. I bid them good night &amp;
               thought amid all discomforts, war has many pleasant cheery phases.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline><date when="1862-02-28">Friday Feb 28.</date></dateline>
            <p><name type="weather">Contrary to our expectation from the terrible storm last night</name> <name type="weather">it was a bright
                  and beautiful day</name>. <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" cert="high" type="real">Beaver</persName> &amp; I started with our walking across the <placeName key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076" cert="high">island
                     <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>,
               &amp; came to a little <objectName type="building">house</objectName>, where a woman &amp; two children sat by the <objectName type="equipment">fire</objectName>.
               Everything was neat &amp; clean and the <objectName type="building">floor </objectName>nicely sanded. "Can you do some
               washing?" "No I ain't able to wash for myself." She said she was a widow - that
               there were few women on this <placeName key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">island</placeName> that cleaned had died in two weeks: they just
               took a pain in the head and the eyes swelled, and they died in two or three
               days. We trudged back remarking that if we could have got our washing done we
               would not have thought the way half as long. We went on up to camp - bought
               some <objectName type="food">butter </objectName>at the sutler's for 45 cts per pd, &amp; <objectName type="food">rice</objectName> at the <orgName>commissary</orgName> 6
               1/2. We returned, whose orders in our absence came to be ready to be mustered
               for pay. It was late in the afternoon when <persName key="Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Lt Reno</persName> came, &amp; this evening we
               had a game of <objectName type="equipment">ball </objectName>- <name type="weather">It has blown up quite cold</name>.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline><date when="1862-03-01">Saturday March 1st 1862</date></dateline>
            <p><name type="weather">The morning was cold and clear - ice and a bleak wind blowing at all angles</name>. <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002" cert="high" type="real">Lt Shorkley</persName> and I intended to be off early, on a trip to the battle ground, but
               everything went wrong. As the wind was so variable, and the <objectName type="building">wooden chimney</objectName>
               after burning half up, was found not to work, we adopted the expedient of
               cutting two <objectName type="equipment">pipe holes</objectName> one out each side &amp; changing around the <objectName type="equipment">stove </objectName>as the
               wind changed. We had the <objectName type="equipment">pipe </objectName>out the north side, but as it smoked, <persName key="Dick">Dick</persName>
               changed it to the South side - it smoked worse - so it was changed again to the
               north - then again to the east - and again to the north where it was found to
               do best, but miserable at best. This occupied an hour and were smoked and
               frozen nearly to death - once <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley</persName> broke the <objectName type="body">elbow</objectName> - We have the <objectName type="equipment">stove </objectName>on a
               <objectName type="equipment">box of sand</objectName>, and it is pretty hard to move around. <persName key="Dick">Dick</persName> in his efforts overset
               a <objectName>pan</objectName> of slop water over the <objectName type="building">floor </objectName>&amp; began to swear - <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" cert="high" type="real">Beaver</persName> scolded -
               "Well between the smoking <objectName type="equipment">stove</objectName> and oversetting that its enough to make any man
               swear." At last the <objectName type="equipment">stove </objectName>took a slight notion to burn and the <objectName type="equipment">shad </objectName>was frying
               briskly - I sat reading behind the <objectName type="equipment">stove </objectName>- then was an exception - two pieces
               of <objectName type="food">fish </objectName>flew out on the <objectName type="equipment">stove</objectName> and <objectName type="building">floor </objectName>- spattered me with hot <objectName type="food">fat </objectName>&amp; my
               <objectName type="equipment">book </objectName>all over. There never in all our <objectName type="building">house </objectName>keeping such extraordinary trouble
               nor were we all ever in such a bad humor. At last we got <objectName type="food">breakfast</objectName> about nine o'clock. <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley</persName> got started - went down past <placeName key="Fort Park" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl030" cert="high">Fort Park
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, along the <objectName type="nature">beach </objectName>               about two miles, when a major met us: we followed someone's <objectName type="vehicle">truck</objectName> and bound
               he had been fooled just as we were - we followed his track clear around the
               <objectName type="nature">swamp </objectName>back to the <objectName type="nature">beach </objectName>&amp; then tramped back to <placeName key="General Burnsides Headquarters">Gen Burnside's head quarters</placeName>, crossed the camp of the <orgName key="8th Connecticut Regiment">8th Conn</orgName> &amp; took down a crooked road,
               reached the main road, and after a walk of three or four miles the old battery
               - <placeName key="Fort Russell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl033">Ft Russel</placeName> We observed the <objectName type="nature">trees </objectName>marked with bullets more than 3/4 of a mile
               back of it, and near it every <objectName type="nature">tree </objectName>was scarred and cut. The battery was built
               in half moon shape, with three very wide outside so as to give as wide a
               sweep as possible to the <objectName type="equipment">cannon</objectName>. On the <objectName type="nature">brazens</objectName>, where the <objectName type="equipment">24 pdr Dahlgren</objectName> was, swept the
               road - right in the centre. It was all cleared in front - &amp; the road runs
               straight down about 1/4 of a mile and then bends to the right - &amp; the <objectName type="nature">wood </objectName>               is cleared so as that the road straight in front as also that of the bend. But
               right in front of the battery just where we crossed showed the most marks of
               <objectName type="equipment">bullets</objectName>: two <objectName type="nature">trees </objectName>about 15-20 feet up were pierced through with <objectName type="equipment">cannon balls</objectName>.
               The <objectName type="nature">pine tree</objectName> where we lay down was full of bullet holes. We then went down the
               familiar road, past where the field hospitals were, filled with groaning
               mangled men when we passed there last to the landing. The owner had come back -
               named <persName key="Hayman" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper160">Hayman</persName>, and it was at his landing instead of <placeName key="Ashby's Harbor" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl097">Ashby's</placeName> where we landed. He
               said he was there until near sunset - that they did not expect us to land there
               but at <placeName key="Ashby's Harbor" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl097" cert="high">Ashby's
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>: that when he took is family across there the road was full of
               troops - Between the road leading to <placeName key="Ashby's Harbor" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl097" cert="high">Ashby's
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> &amp; this place there is a <objectName type="nature">deep creek</objectName>, and probably the rebels were afraid of losing their <objectName type="equipment">artillery</objectName>, or they
               would have attacked us there. This battery is but a half mile across &amp; it
               could have been shelled by our <objectName type="vehicle">gunboats</objectName> had we known it. We walked down to
               where we landed and saw our <objectName type="vehicle">broad swaths</objectName> across the reedy shore - then went
               over to <placeName key="Ashby's Harbor" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl097">Ashby's</placeName> We saw the young man there - he said he had been drafted - had
               gone up the <objectName type="building">canal bridge</objectName> - &amp; his lot fell on him &amp; they were to go home
               and stay until called. From this landing where they expected us to land, there
               is a road leading through a <objectName type="nature">swamp </objectName>- when the rebels were posted with two of
               their pieces that night they thought the water too low to land at <placeName key="Hayman's Landing" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl117">Haymans</placeName>. The
               <placeName key="Ashby's Harbor" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl097" cert="high">Ashby's
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> raised a <objectName type="equipment">white flag</objectName> - &amp; the rebel officers threated to take them up.
               We saw the <objectName type="equipment">graves </objectName>of our dead, one com. off <persName key="Lt. Goodwin" type="real" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper138">Lieut Goodwin</persName>, &amp; one first Serjt <persName key="Jeremiah W Morse">
                  <persName key="Jeremiah Morse" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper049" cert="high" type="real">Jeremiah W Morse</persName>
               </persName> - [?] - <orgName key="23rd Massachusetts">23rd Mass</orgName> 27 in all - 1 unknown 2 prob <orgName key="New York 51st">N.Y. 51</orgName> &amp; <orgName key="57th Pennsylvania">57th Penna</orgName>. We returned the same way: met <persName key="Alcott" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper115">Alcott</persName> - had supper <objectName type="food">flour cake</objectName>.</p>
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            <dateline><date when="1862-03-02">Sunday, March 2nd 1862</date></dateline>
            <p><name type="weather">It rained and drizzled all day</name>. The adjt came in this morning and told us to have three copies of our <objectName type="equipment">payrolls </objectName>made out again at one o'clock. So we set to
               work &amp; it took us all forenoon. <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">John Morris</persName> was here to dinner, He told us
               we were to sail in a day or two - that the Generals had agreed to disobey
               instructions &amp; not go to <placeName key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059" cert="high">Newbern
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, We were to go some place where we would
               be landed, and have a march of 60 miles to be done in two days &amp; strike a
               blow that had ten chances to one of success - that any general would take one
               in three. He also brought us the news that <placeName key="Nashville" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl056" cert="high">Nashville
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, <placeName key="Memphis" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl054">Memphis</placeName>, and <placeName key="Savannah" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl078" cert="high">Savannah
                     <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> had
               been occupied by our troops: that <persName key="John E. Wool" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper054" cert="high" type="real">Gen Wool</persName> was in <placeName key="Norfolk, Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl062">Norfolk</placeName> with his staff by
               invitation from rebel authorities - supposed that they pushed to surrender
               to him so as to take the chances as prisoners of war. What this means, I can
               not conceive. I occupied the afternoon writing for the <objectName type="mail">Chronicle</objectName>. So I suppose
               we will have to hustle out of this in a hurry tomorrow or the next day. We had another abominable job with our <objectName type="equipment">stove </objectName>this morning, trying it out of the various holes, and not succeeding in getting our <objectName type="food">breakfast</objectName> until nine o'clock.</p>
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            <dateline><date when="1862-03-03">Monday 3.</date></dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">This morning is bright and clear again</name>. We had another
               trouble with our <objectName type="equipment">stove</objectName> and had to clean out
               the <objectName type="equipment">pipe</objectName>. We have come to the conclusion
               that <objectName type="equipment">stoves</objectName> were not made for this part of
               the country. One day seeming this <objectName type="nature">pitch pine wood</objectName> clogs up the <objectName type="equipment">pipe</objectName> with <objectName type="nature">soot</objectName>
               and <objectName type="nature">tar</objectName>. Wide mouthed <objectName type="building">chimnies</objectName> are the only comforts, and in them we will
               not dare to build the <objectName type="nature">fires</objectName> too high or we will
               set fire to the <objectName type="building">chimney</objectName>. But if they are
               behind in many things, in building <objectName type="building">chimnies</objectName>
               they have succeeded admirably. We noticed this particularly in the wooden ones put up
               in the <objectName type="building">wooden barracks</objectName>, built by the
               Georgians. <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" type="real">Beaver</persName> and I had started up to <placeName role="Military camp">camp</placeName>, when we were met with the Col. with orders
               to pack up and get up to <placeName role="Fort">the upper fort</placeName> as quick
               as possible. We had nothing for transportation except a <objectName type="vehicle">small hand cart</objectName>. We hauled everything to the narrow path this side
               of <placeName key="Fort Park">Ft. Park</placeName>, making a half dozen trips - carried them over to <placeName role="Fort">the fort</placeName>, then carried dragged, and pulled all up along <placeName role="Beach">the beach</placeName>, through the deep sand, up to <placeName role="Landing place">the landing</placeName>. It was a terrible job. It worried us
               very much. There we met the rest of <orgName role="Military">the Regiment</orgName>,
               &amp; our <objectName type="equipment">baggage</objectName> put on a <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> to be taken to <objectName type="vehicle">the
                  schooner</objectName>, which was to take it to <objectName type="vehicle">the
                     Cossack</objectName>. But <objectName key="repeated" type="vehicle">the Schooner</objectName> went off without it and the <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> had no <objectName type="equipment">oars</objectName>. <objectName type="vehicle">The Dinkey</objectName> came &amp;
               we piled the whole Regiment on it - our <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName>,
               which fortunately was in the same <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> with
               the Surgeon's, which gave it a better chance was poled down &amp; put on <objectName type="vehicle">the Dinkey</objectName>. We got safely landed on <objectName type="vehicle">the Cossack</objectName> about four o'clock. We had scarce been on
               here an hour when <persName key="Mr. Walton" role="Mail carrier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper133" type="real">Mr Walton</persName> came on with a large <objectName type="mail">mail</objectName> for us. I received <objectName type="mail">letters</objectName>
               from <persName key="John Blair Linn" role="Brother" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051" type="real">John</persName> of the 19th &amp; 21st. In the latter he mentions the
               receipt of mine of the 11th, and the grand jubilee over the victory of <placeName cert="high" key="Fort Donelson" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl024">Ft Donnelson
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>. He enclosed a <objectName type="mail">copy of the Times'
                     correspondence</objectName> describing the battle. It is grossly inaccurate, and
               as if written by one who had not been on the battlefield, but had picked up his
               intelligence from different mouths. <persName key="John Morris" role="Soldier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris</persName> told me that <persName key="Aaron Smith" role="Newspaper correspondent" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper006" type="real">Smith</persName>, the Times correspondent, was down there the other
               day with the Generals &amp; some of <orgName role="Military">the Staff</orgName>,
               when the conversation ran on the coolness of some artist sketching <persName key="John Foster" role="Soldier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper055">Gen Foster</persName> in the midst of the fire. <persName cert="high" key="Aaron Smith" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper006" type="real">Smith</persName> said he was standing right by him. <persName key="Frank Reno" role="Soldier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper102" type="real">Frank Reno</persName> said you lie, you weren't there - no one was
               near him." <persName cert="high" key="Aaron Smith" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper006" type="real">Smith</persName> was in to our quarters the other day, and he got some
               yarns from me that made him gulp. We all now have separate messes on board <objectName key="vehicle">the
                  Cossack</objectName>. We have been told that we are going to <placeName role="Town" key="Winton" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl095">Winton</placeName> and from there to <placeName role="Town">Weldon</placeName>.
               We have taken none but our well men along - being ordered to have none but those who
               can stand a march of 60 miles in two days. New rifles,<objectName type="equipment">
                  Enfield</objectName>, are on board for <orgName role="Military">eight companies of
                     our Regiment</orgName>.</p>
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            <dateline><date when="1862-03-04">Tuesday 4.</date></dateline>
            <p><name type="weather">The day was bright and clear</name>. The sunset was very beautiful. The <objectName type="equipment">rifles</objectName> were
               distributed among our men. We sent <persName key="James A. Kelley" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper045" type="real">Jim Kelly</persName> off to shore, broken out with the
               small pox. <persName key="Dr. Hossack" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper088" cert="high" type="real">Surgeon Hassack</persName> got drunk yesterday and has been laying in <objectName type="equipment">bed</objectName>,
               sick, all day. Many of our <orgName>men and officers</orgName> are suffering for want of
               <objectName type="drink">medicine</objectName>. It is an outrageous shame that such should be the case, as no doubt
               after the hardship undergone and the close quarters we had many would
               necessarily become sick. The <persName key="Colonel">Col.</persName> said he had seen as much of it as he would.
               <persName key="Dr. Hossack" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper088">Hassack</persName> would come down nearly everyday to our quarters to see our sick. He
               would forget all about them, what he prescribed and what their <objectName type="drink">ailments</objectName> were,
               and it was as much as we could do to get him to go and look at them. Several
               days he wasn't fit to do anything and some days would not come down at all.
               Then I've been told that <persName key="Dr. Noble" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper130">Dr. Noble</persName> has got to drinking too, and was at least
               once very much intoxicated.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-03-05">Wednesday 5.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>The <name type="weather">day was pleasant</name>, <name type="weather">the water rough</name>, however. This afternoon we had a
               <name type="weather">threatened storm</name> that didn't amount to much but it was magnificent to behold.
               The <name type="weather">sunset was very fine</name> too. In the open space between a bank of clouds that
               rested on the shore and those that covered the sun there was the richest tracery in scarlet and vermillion, and above in the dark mess of clouds one
               open spot golden hued. </p>
            
            <fw>
               <date when="1862-03-05">Wednesday Mar. 5</date> continued</fw>
            <p>
               <orgName key="Company H">My company</orgName> tried their <objectName type="equipment">rifles</objectName>, shooting two rounds, at a bouey about
               200 yards off. They shot very accurately. The rocking of the boat prevented
               perfect accuracy of aim. I amused myself walking on deck, and writing
               a <objectName type="mail">letter</objectName> to the Chronicle. We dispatched our <objectName type="mail">letters</objectName> this morning. We have
               such an abundance of fresh shad that we have got disgusted with it.
               <persName key="Dr. Noble" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper130">Dr. Noble</persName> came on board and went to the <objectName key="Scout" type="vehicle">Scout</objectName>. <persName role="Surgeon" type="Surgeon">Our surgeon</persName> is still sick
               in bed. He prescribes, however, and the stewards are experienced enough
               to get along. I hope he has received a lesson that he will not forget.</p>
            <p>I saw today the illustrations of the Bombardment of <placeName key="Fort Bartow" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl004">Ft. Bartow 
            </placeName>in Frank Leslie and New York Illus. news. The first is truthful but the latter is
               nothing at all like it except the ships, and those anyone can make.</p>
            <p>Our sutler got on board this day and has his goods. There is nothing to do
               here and much less to say about it. Each mess of officers have a table by themselves
               and the styles are as various as the men. It is a much more comfortable
               way than the hotch potch we had before. We are no longer in danger of suffering
               for want of <objectName type="drink">water</objectName>, as we have a <objectName type="equipment">condenser</objectName> was finished today, making 1400 gallons in
               24 hours. We usually consumed 700 gallons a day. We have just heard very 
               distrastrous new -- that <persName key="Nathanial Banks" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper094" type="real">Banks</persName> was defeated at <placeName key="Leesburg" type="Town" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl049">Leesburg</placeName> and 14,000 men taken prisoner.
               The news was brought her from the <objectName key="Pilot-boy" type="vehicle">Pilot-boy</objectName>. It is very improbable. He
               may however have crossed the <placeName key="Potomac River" type="River" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl073">Potomac</placeName>, and they massed on him. It leaves us
               in horrible suspense until morning.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-03-06">Thursday 6</date>.</dateline>
            <p>This was a delicious day. We were trying our <objectName type="equipment">Enfields</objectName> again this morning at
               about nine hundred yards. The boys were delighted that they could fire so effectively
               at such a distance. We can hardly blame reporters that they give such different accounts
               of things, for no two seem hardly seem to see alike. We were today discussing whether <persName role="Lt" key="Lt. Seldon" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper105">Lt. Selden</persName>, who lay dead at the embrasure in the battery we took, had <objectName type="clothing">boots</objectName> on. 3
               or so asserted that he had <objectName type="clothing">top boots</objectName> -- others that he wore <objectName type="clothing">shoes</objectName>. We even located him at 
               different places in the battery. We are inclined to think that the story of <persName key="Gen. Nathanial Banks" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper094">Banks</persName>'
               defeat is a canard. <persName role="Sgt">Sgt</persName> was on shore and says the <objectName type="readable">report</objectName> had been flying
               around there several days -- that they had <objectName type="readables">papers</objectName> to the 27th which said nothing
               about it. It is said that the <objectName key="Spaulding" type="vehicle">Spaulding</objectName> is to be in soon, and that we
               are not to go until it comes. We think that the <objectName type="vehicle">ships</objectName> are very nearly all
               embarked, on board the different <objectName type="vehicle">vessels</objectName>. I hope the <objectName key="Spaulding" type="vehicle">Spaulding</objectName> will bring
               us a mail. I would like to hear some thing about what has happened
               since the taking of <placeName key="Savannah" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl078">Savannah</placeName> and <placeName key="Nashville" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl056">Nashville</placeName>. This is <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" role="Lt." ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Lt Beaver</persName>'s Birthday
               entering his twenty second year.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-03-07">Friday 7</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>There  came up a <name type="weather">storm</name> last night, <name type="weather">raining</name> and <name type="weather">snowing</name>, and <name type="weather">blowing fearfully</name>, which
               continued through greater part of today. <name type="weather">The <placeName key="Pamlico Sound" type="Water" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl065">Sound</placeName> was very rough</name>, <objectName type="vehicle">boats</objectName> could not leave
               the <objectName type="vehicle">ship</objectName>. We passed the day as usual. I got hold of <objectName type="readable">Lansings pictorial fact book</objectName>,
               and amused myself reading and copying the sketches. <time>This evening</time>
               <name type="weather">the sunset was beautifully clear.</name> We hardly think that we will sail before Monday.
               Tomorrow or Sunday it is not probable that we will start. Our <persName role="Surgeon">surgeon</persName> still
               continues in bed, and we would not get another on account of the <name type="weather">roughness of the sea</name>. We had an argument <time>this evening</time> whether the expression "tomorrow
               is Saturday," or "tomorrow will be Saturday" is right. I took the former &amp;
               <persName key="George Shorkley" type="real" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley</persName> the latter. It is an affirmation of the "tomorrow" abstractly --
               we wish to express the future will would be proper -- But to simply
               predicate that of tomorrow it is Saturday, I think the present can be used.
            </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-03-08">Saturday 8th</date>.</dateline>
            <p>This was a splendid day. It's pure and bracing. <name type="weather">The <placeName key="Pamlico Sound" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl065">Sound
            </placeName> nearly calm</name>. <persName key="Dr. Hossack" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper088">Dr. Hassack</persName>
               turns up to-day to be sick with the varioloid. We sent two more men ashore today, <persName key="Moseby" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper128">Moseby</persName> [?]
               and <persName key="Harrison Hause" role="Sergeant" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper139">Hause.</persName> That makes nine men we have in the hospital. We have another man taken
               with the symptoms, pain in the back &amp; limbs, &amp; may turn out of the same disease.
               We are still lying off <placeName key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke Island</placeName>. The <objectName type="vehicle">ships</objectName> all appear to be in positions and loaded with their freight. It looked lively and cheerful, &amp; we were in momentary expectation of
               orders to start. This is the day it is said that the draft men in <placeName key="North Carolina" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl063">North Carolina</placeName>
               were to muster. There were two <objectName type="vehicle">boats</objectName> with troops went up the <placeName type="water" key="Pamlico Sound" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl065">Sound</placeName>, and it was 
               said they were going to <placeName key="Columbia, North Carolina" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l16">Columbia
               </placeName>, or the <placeName key="Albemarle Sound" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl001">Albemarle</placeName>, where one of the musters were
               to take place. I only hate this confinement on ship-board. It is breeding sickness
               fast. The <persName role="Cap.">Cap</persName> &amp; <persName key="Charles Stewart" role="1st Lt">1st Lieut of Co. I.</persName> were left on shore sick. <persName role="Lt.">Lt. </persName>[?] of <orgName>Co. [?]</orgName>
               has been sent from the <objectName key="Scout" type="vehicle">Scout</objectName>. The <persName role="Adjt.">Adjt</persName> had a slight attack of hemmorhage of the 
               lungs today, and I heard it whispered that he was going to resign. The muster at [?]
               [?] is said to cover a loyal movement, and our expedition is said to be on hand for the [?]
               
               <fw>
                  <date>Saturday March 8th</date> contd.</fw>
            </p>
            <p>            of aiding it. We had a fellow in one of our companies who shot a hole through his hand at
               <placeName key="Camp Union" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l11">Camp Union
               </placeName>. He has been well cared for and required nursing day and night. When
               he could not bear the prssure of something or other the nurse held the artery. But 
               he is one of those who expects and demands all attention and shows not the slightest
               gratitude, but requires everything with a growl. The artery has frequently broken off
               and had to be retied -- in every instance almost owing to his ungovernable [?]. The 
               last time it broke was during one night that he wished to sit up, and he could 
               not sit unless propped and could not be propped without taking all the 
               <objectName type="equipment">blankets</objectName> and <objectName type="clothing">coats</objectName> of the nurses -- who were tired and wished to sleep &amp; refused, 
               and he broke into a fit of anger -- cursed &amp; swore -- and in the paroxysm the
               artery broke. It may require the loss of his arm to save his life.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-03-09">Sunday 9</date>th</dateline>
            <p>This was the <name type="weather">finest day we have had yet,</name> especially in contrast with the <name type="weather">stormy preceding ones</name>. The <name type="weather">air deliciously pure, the sun bright &amp; warm</name>, so that it was relaxing to be <placeName key="on deck">on deck</placeName>. We had company inspection and the doctor inspected us too. We had to send 
               <persName key="Albion G Knode" role="Private">Knode</persName> and <persName key="Adam Henry" role="Private" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper010">Adam Henry</persName> on shore, the former with the mumps and the latter with 
               symptoms, either of fever or small pox. They were both very reluctant. We spent 
               the day <objectName type="readable">reading</objectName>, loafing and smoking. <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" role="Lt." ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Lt. Beaver</persName> went on shore to see the sick. All are 
               doing very well except <persName key="James A. Kelley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper045">Kelly</persName>, whose face is swollen so as not to be recognizable. 
               [NAME?] has turned out small pox too. The <objectName type="vehicle">vessels</objectName> that went up the <placeName key="Pamlico Sound" type="Water" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl065">Sound
               </placeName> re-
               turned this evening. There is a vague <objectName type="readable">report</objectName> that they have 2000 prisoners but is very
               improbable. The different regiments appear to fear <orgName key="Company H">our Regiment</orgName> worse than the 
               rebels. It is [?] that we have the small pox bad. We have everybody
               that has the least symptoms of sickness sent ashore, and I really believe that 
               [?] <persName key="William Lynch" role="Lt." ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper084" type="real">Lt Lynch</persName> is the only officer that had the varoioid. He is doing very 
               well. <persName key="Buskin" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper108">Buskin</persName> &amp; <persName key="Capt. Perkin" role="Cap" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper127">Cap. Perkin</persName> are sick, but not with that disease. 
               <persName role="Col">The Col.</persName> was telling us that there has been a quiet fight going on to oust our 
               Regiment from the expedition. There was an effort of the kind at <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002">Annapolis</placeName>.
               There <persName key="Dr. Church" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper112">Dr. Church</persName> ordered our <orgName key="51st Regiment">Regiment</orgName> into camp, but <persName key="Jesse Reno" role="Gen." ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086" type="real">Gen. Reno</persName> evinced a 
               determination to the contrary, and stood by us. The wish to have the glory ex-
               clusively Eastern. But our officers kept their eyes open, and <persName key="Jesse Reno" role="Gen." ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Gen Reno</persName> happily
               being a Pennsylvanian has stood by us. The impression appears to be that we 
               will sail tomorrow at nine o'clock, but as to which way there seems to be 
               a doubt. <persName key="John Morris" role="Lt" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057" type="real">Morris</persName> says we are going to <placeName key="New Berne" type="City" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">Newbern</placeName>. But why all the <objectName type="vehicle">vessels</objectName>
               and troops were brought up from <placeName key="Hatteras Inlet" type="Inlet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl045">Hatteras</placeName> to return. The same route seems 
               queer. However there is no telling where it will be. One thing we feel confident 
               about is that our generals what they are doing, and will certainly take 
               us safely through. I am anxious to get <objectName type="readable">papers</objectName> and <objectName type="mail">letters</objectName> to <persName key="Jesse Reno" role="Gen." ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Reno</persName>. What 
               they are doing in the outside world. We are to take three <objectName type="vehicle">schooners</objectName> in 
               tow.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-03-10">Monday 10th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>I think the <objectName type="readable">news</objectName> about <placeName key="Norfolk, Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl062">Norfolk</placeName> is a humbug. The navy not being ready 
               probably delayed us. I won't believe any <objectName type="readable">reports</objectName> any more. <persName key="Alcott" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper115">Alcott</persName> was on board 
               and told us that we were to go to <placeName key="Washington N.C" type="Capital" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl090">Washington</placeName> and march from there to <placeName key="Newbern, NC" type="City">Newbern</placeName> 
               a distance of 35 miles. This may be true. An order came to have stairs up 
               at <time>six o'clock in the morning</time> and to follow the <objectName key="Northerner" type="vehicle">Northerner</objectName>. The <objectName type="vehicle">gunboats</objectName> 
               went away some-place this afternoon, and is blowing fiercely <time>this afternoon</time>. The <persName role="Dr.">Dr. </persName>told me he thought that <persName key="James A. Kelley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper045" type="real">Kelly</persName> would die. His face is swollen 
               very much, and he has a perfect scab from the crown of his head to the sole of his foot. 
               Our boys there tell us that it was owing to his impudence -- he would pull off 
               his <objectName type="clothing">clothes</objectName> when he came there and caught cold. He was very stout and nasty, 
               [?] was always so cross-grained and ill-natured -- not ill natured -- but troublesome 
               &amp; contrary -- that he was a nuisance to <persName role="Surgeon">Surgeon</persName> and <persName role="Captain">Captain</persName>. He has not drilled 
               more than two weeks since he has been in the service. I regret very much that it 
               is so, for I rather liked him, and he did very well for the last two or three weeks, 
               after I had roughed him down. We can't expect to take all home with us, however. 
               <name type="weather">The moon is shining tonight</name>, and we have moonlight nights to fight under. </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-03-11">Tuesday 11th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>It <name type="weather">rained </name>
               <time>this morning</time>, but cleared off, <name type="weather">cool and bright</name>. The fleet got under weigh about 
               nine o'clock, and under steam and sail, with the <objectName key="Scout" type="vehicle">Scout</objectName>, <objectName key="Smith" type="vehicle">Smith</objectName>, and another <objectName type="vehicle">schooner</objectName> in tow 
               about four o'clock, the <objectName key="Cossack" type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName> anchored in <placeName key="Pamlico Sound" type="Water" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl065">Pamlico sound</placeName> off <placeName key="Hatteras Inlet" type="Inlet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl045">Hatteras Inlet</placeName>. The <objectName key="New York" type="vehicle">New York</objectName> 
               got aground just as she was rounding the point from <placeName key="Croatian Sound" type="Water">Croatan</placeName> into <placeName key="Roanoke Island" type="Water" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke Sound</placeName>, and 
               the <persName role="Admiral">Admiral</persName> off long shoal way. The <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName> was the first steam transport in to anchorage  
               the <objectName type="vehicle">gunboats</objectName>, the [?], <objectName key="Hussar" type="vehicle">Hussar</objectName> and other <objectName type="vehicle">gunboats</objectName> that carried troopers were here before us.</p>
            <fw>
               <date>
                  <date when="1862-03-11">Tuesday March 11th 1862</date>
               </date> continued.</fw>
            <p>The day passed without incident. I
               spent most of the day reading <objectName type="readable">Lossings pictorial field book</objectName>, so far as it
               related to <placeName key="North Carolina" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl063">North Carolina<precision match="@ref"/>
               </placeName>. One cannot help thinking that if they [slaves?] the
               same spirit as they did in the days of the revolution it will be a difficult
               matter to conquer. But their cause is not just as it was then - <placeName key="North Carolina" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl063">North Carolina </placeName>            is not in heart as it was then. The men are as brave no doubt: but their enemy
               is not three thousand miles away. There is not [Chatham?] in the <orgName key="Federal Congress">Federal Congress</orgName>, or any portion of the people in the North that espouse their cause.
               Their social institution is false at bottom. <persName role="Captain" key="Capt. Picot" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper104">Capt Picot</persName> remarked to us that
               there would not be such an universal resistance if it were not for the women.
               In the <placeName type="District" key="Mecklenburg" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl053">Mecklenburg District</placeName> in the days of the revolution the young ladies
               formed an association agreeing not to receive the attentions of any young man
               who did not join the army in defense of their country's rights, [?] a man who
               would not fight for his country, would not be fit to be a protector of them.
               Perhaps the feeling arises from the stories of rapes &amp; robberies told of
               our army - perhaps because it is said we would arm their slave against them.
               They know well that their husbands and brothers make concubines of their slaves
               - that the slave if freed might wreak their vengeance on them. If I were a
               Southern women my fears, if I honestly believed this of the northern design,
               would drive me to a desperation. A <objectName type="vehicle">tug boat</objectName> came along side telling us she has
               a <objectName type="mail">mail</objectName> for us - The last we had was about the <date>
                  <date>21st &amp; 22nd of February</date>
               </date>. 17
               days ago. That was the last <objectName type="readable">newspaper news</objectName> we received. This will [bring?] a
               little later. We appear more anxious to receive this than any other - perhaps
               in prospect of a battle near - and it will be the last time many of us will
               hear from home.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-03-12"> Wednesday March 12.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>This was a delightful day, and nothing could be pleasanter than our journey
               from <placeName key="Hatteras Inlet" type="Inlet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl045">Hatteras<precision match="@ref"/>
               </placeName> to <placeName key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">New Berne</placeName>? We [?] anchor at nine o'clock and steamed down the sound, past <placeName type="Inlet" key="Ocracoke inlet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl064">Ocracoke inlet</placeName>, [?] <placeName type="Island" key="Brant Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl006">Brant island</placeName> <placeName key="Brant Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl006">Island shoals</placeName>, and felt some what
               anxious when we came to the place which indicated whether we went up the
               <placeName key="Pamlico Sound" type="Water" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl065">Pamlico</placeName> or <placeName key="Neuse River" type="River" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl058">Neuse</placeName>. The pilot soon assured us that we were for <placeName key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">New Berne</placeName> sure,
               but still it was disputed. About [?] o'clock we entered <placeName key="Neuse River" type="River" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl058">Neuse River</placeName> and
               steamed slowly up, the gunboats nosing into every bank and [?] until at 1/2
               past seven we anchored. [?] some three miles from <placeName key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">New Berne<precision match="@ref"/>
               </placeName>. An exciting chase
               after two little sail boats by the <placeName key="Picket" type="vehicle">Picket</placeName>, she firing a shot across the bow of
               each. We saw her come up with them in tow after dark. We observed all along the
               shores fired kindled raising dense smoke, apparently signal fires to warn of
               our approach. The sun set in glorious splendor over the quiet waters. Our band
               played the national airs on deck in the quiet moonlight. <persName key="John Morris" role="Lt." ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris</persName> came on board
               with orders. He gave us another report we don't believe. That the <placeName key="Merrimac" type="vehicle">Merrimac</placeName>
               came out at <placeName key="Norfolk, Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl062">Norfolk
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="medium"/></placeName>, sunk the <placeName key="Congress" type="vehicle">Congress</placeName> and <placeName key="Minnesota" type="vehicle">Minnesota</placeName>, played [?] [blues?] with the
               <placeName key="Cumberland" type="vehicle">Cumberland</placeName>, but the <placeName type="vehicle">Little [?]</placeName> stuck to her and disabled her so that she had to
               put back to <placeName key="Norfolk, Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl062">Norfolk</placeName>. Now will take a good nights rest and prepare for the
               battle tomorrow. I saw the <persName role="Adjt">adjt</persName>. write his resignation this evening. Ill health
               the cause - hemorrhage of the lungs. We feel that we will succeed tomorrow, but
               that it will be a hard fought battle. My hope is that <placeName key="Pennsylvania" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl067">Pennsylvania
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="medium"/></placeName> will not be
               disgraced.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-03-23">Sunday March 24th 1862</date>.</dateline>
            <p>
               <note anchored="true">This is mis-dated. March 24th was a Monday in 1862. It appears that Linn miscalculated and that this should have been Sunday March 23rd.</note>
            </p>
            <p>This morning <persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076">Tom Grier</persName> and <persName key="Charles Kline" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper150">Chas Kline</persName> came down from <placeName key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">New Berne</placeName> in a <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName>. They were with two officers who went down to visit the battle ground. But as they
               didn't come back at 1/2 past twelve we took the <objectName type="vehicle">boat </objectName>and went to <placeName key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">New Berne</placeName>. It
               is about a mile and a half or 2 miles by water. We landed by the Alice Price,
               and went to a three strong ware-house, washed yellow, looked like Tom's house
               at home. The rebels had used it for an ordinance room "No smoking" was painted
               on the door "Yankee devils" inside They did not suppose that we would see it.
               The room back used as an office was carpeted with cane, and nicely furnished -
               had a grate. Upstairs above, they had fitted up a nice room - <objectName>carpet</objectName>,
               <objectName>bedsteads</objectName>, mohair <objectName>rocking chair</objectName>, <objectName>tables </objectName>and <objectName>chairs </objectName>- <objectName>fire place</objectName>, with wood fire
               qute a library - which they had gathered from various houses in town. Even
               this gas fixture they had taken from some other house. This table had a fine
               tea set &amp; everything a house keeper wanted furnished from the same source.
               I spent the afternoon &amp; evening with them and it was too luxurious. I
               walked with <persName>Yerkes </persName>to the Cemetery. There is a wall and arched gateway around
               it, built of a singular sort of [shelly?] conglomeration - would be very
               handsome if finished. But it all bears the air of neglect. Founded many years
               ago 1801 I think, by <placeName>Christ Church</placeName> transferred to the City of <placeName key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">New Berne</placeName> 1834 -
               it had many old graves in it - We noticed that of the Gaston - Wm &amp;
               Margaret. They had a singular way of putting a figure 1 before their figures,
               so that one <objectName>tombstone </objectName>which told of us of a sea Capt. that died on his passage
               from London to New Berne, in a certain lattitude and longitude, was aged 134
               years. Another was 156. - We begn to think they had made voyages enough and it
               were time he would cease going to down to the sea, when we discovered that it
               must be either a _fashion_ they had or the oldest people lived here since the
               days of the flood. We were pointed to a vault, which bore the marks of being
               pried open, from which it was said Gen. <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Burnside </persName>recovered $45.000. One iron
               doored vault was open &amp; the <objectName>
                  <objectName type="equipment">coffins </objectName>
               </objectName>lay there exposed in a way that seemed
               awful to me. </p>
            
            <fw>Sunday March 24. Continued.</fw>
            <p>We returned to the <placeName key="Gaston House" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl112">Gaston House</placeName> &amp; then
               went back to Tom's quarters. <persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076">Tom </persName>&amp; I started out to walk. Gen. Burnsides
               Headquarters were in an elegant marble house, with a large well kept yard in
               front. The comical white guard tent pitched on the dark green grass, the two
               well dressed sentinels pacing up &amp; down, the roses blooming in the yard, all
               made a striking picture. Near by was the lonely stacks of the chimnies of a
               whole half square burned down. Near by the <placeName>
                  <placeName key="Neuse River" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl058">Neuse river</placeName>
               </placeName> are several houses, and
               evidently stores burned. It looked odd to see a sign of "variety store"
               flaunting before a scene of desolation - It was curious to notice the vagaries
               that the fire caused in kegs of nails and other irons. The chimney stacks stood
               up, &amp; one could not help picturing the bright cheerful parlors where those
               fire places and grates were, and beneath in the cellar lay the remains of the
               fire screen. We went up to the Car house &amp; railroad depot. <objectName type="equipment">Cannon balls &amp; shell </objectName>lay all around &amp; in the Passenger Depot were cartrige boxes
               [<objectName type="clothing">belts</objectName>?], &amp; [accountants?] of all kinds, shell of a new kind with a new
               kind with a brass [cork?], canister - a tin-case like a tomato can, filled with
               54 canister balls. They had evidently just dropped everything and run. From the
               letters we have picked up, they never dreamed of having to leave, &amp; yet the
               <objectName type="readable">Richmond papers</objectName> say<placeName key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059"> New Berne</placeName> is of no account. It is to us if not to them,
               though they must have esteemed it of some importance, from the amount of labour
               they have bestowed upon its defence. I concluded to stay all night and passed
               the evening cheerily by the bright fire place </p>
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            <dateline>
               <date>
                  <date when="1862-03-24">Monday 25.</date>
               </date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <note anchored="true">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.</note>I went to the <objectName type="Vehicle">Jenny </objectName>— the <objectName type="vehicle">Curlew</objectName> runs over every fifteen minutes, just where the bridge was burned. I was one minute too late. Just then<persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002"> Lt. Shorkley</persName> and <persName key="Lt. Gaulen" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper149">Lt. Gaulen</persName> came up in a <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName>, 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 <persName>Gov. Lyon’s</persName> palace, the <placeName>cemetery</placeName>, and the car house. Then we went into a French bootmaker’s. <persName key="Lt. Gaulen" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper149">Gaulen </persName>talked to him in his own tongue. Met <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris</persName>, who took us around to Gen. Reno’s quarters — a white house, nicely furnished. While here, a chaplain told us a romantic story of <persName key="Dr. Cutter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper124">Dr. Cutter</persName>’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 <placeName key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke Island</placeName> and buried beside a young man by the name of <persName>Plummer</persName>, whose real name was <persName>Lidd</persName>, and who was with <persName key="John Brown" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper052">John Brown</persName> in <placeName key="Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl089">Virginia</placeName>, 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 <placeName key="Gaston House" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl112">Gaston House</placeName>. <objectName type="food">Corn bread</objectName>, <objectName type="food">rice soup</objectName>, <objectName>roasted Irish potatoes</objectName>, and <objectName type="food">rice pudding</objectName> was all [we had?] at the first-class hotel. [And?] a morsel of <objectName type="food">wheat bread</objectName>.</p>
         </div>
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            <fw>Tuesday 25.</fw>
            <p>I was unwell from my cold all day. It was a <name type="weather">bright </name>fine day however. <persName key="Morris" ref="http://www.wikidata.org/entity/Q16279740">Morris</persName> was
               down to see us, but I was so unwell, I did not enjoy anything. We received a
               mail from home. <objectName type="readable">Letters </objectName>from <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">John</persName>, from the 14th to the 20th March. We also got
               <objectName type="readable">papers </objectName>containing the accounts of the battle of <placeName key="New Bern" ref="https://sws.geonames.org/4481682">New Berne</placeName>. Some of them are
               very absurd.</p>
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            <dateline>Wednesday 26.</dateline>
            <p>I am still unwell with cold and passed part of the day between blankets. It
               commenced <name type="weather">raining </name>about ten o'clock and it was very pleasant to hear it patter
               on the tent cover. The Adjt was to town and brought us the news that <placeName key="New Orleans" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl060">New Orleans </placeName>was taken and that there was a big connonading at <placeName key="Island Number Ten" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl115">Island No 10</placeName>. &amp;
               that our fleet had to withdraw from want of <objectName type="equipment">ammunition</objectName>. We had to make new pay
               rolls to day again. We expect pay pretty soon. <persName key="John Hartranft" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper056">Col. Hartranft</persName>, received news
               yesterday of the death of one of his children, and serious illness of others,
               received a furlough for 20 days &amp; sailed in <objectName type="vehicle">the New York</objectName>. We got some yeast
               powder &amp; <persName key="Dick Langley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper103">Dick </persName>baked us some elegant <objectName type="food">raised bread</objectName> for supper. It was a
               real luxury to have it. <persName key="G. H. Hassenplug" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper035">Hassenplug</persName> &amp; <persName key="Sergt. Etwine" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper113">Etwine</persName> go home on furlough, or
               recruiting? service after pay day.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date>
                  <date when="1862-03-27">Thursday 27</date>
               </date>.</dateline>
            <p>Still suffering from my cold. Discovered the cause. I have been accustomed to
               wearing<objectName type="clothing"> top boots</objectName> &amp; heavy <objectName type="clothing">sky blue pant</objectName>s. Very foolishly on Saturday after
               our return I put on <objectName type="clothing">cloth pants</objectName>, and <objectName type="clothing">shoes</objectName>, &amp; have been wearing them since,
               though it has been considerably colder. Never thought of it, until this morning
               &amp; have reverted to my top boots again. This afternoon <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver </persName>&amp; I took a
               stroll down to <placeName key="Fort Ellis" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl025">Ft Ellis </placeName>[8 Dupre?]. This fort here is <placeName key="Fort Lane" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl028">Ft Lane</placeName>, five <objectName type="equipment">guns</objectName>. The
               next below is <placeName key="Fort Ellis" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl025">Fort Ellis</placeName> of nine guns - built of sand shows a terrific
               explosion. The field all around is full of <objectName type="equipment">shell </objectName>&amp; <objectName type="equipment">canister</objectName>, scattered all
               around - pieces of the magazine hinges of the door - broken arches lying all
               around. Below this is <placeName key="Fort Dixie" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl114">Dixie</placeName>. Its construction is peculiar. A heavy frame of
               <objectName type="nature">logs</objectName>, floored, covered and sided with <objectName type="equipment">planks </objectName>- two rooms thus made for two
               rifled guns. Outside frames of [?] are made about the 
                size of
               <objectName type="equipment">barrels </objectName>and filled with sand, connected by bundles of withes 20-30 feet long.
               These are built all around and over them making them bomb proof. We could see
               that the withes were tied with ropes taken from the sunken schooners - where they
               were cut off the sails. Below This are frames where they made these bundles.
               One of these <objectName type="equipment">guns </objectName>was dismounted and spiked. There was preparation for building
               another of a similar kind near it. They named that saucy thing very properly
               Dixie. The next one below of 13 <objectName type="equipment">guns </objectName>is called <placeName key="Fort Thompson" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl113">Ft Thompson</placeName>. We got back in time
               for dress parade. We pulled for some moss that grows on the trees here. It was
               the first thing I noticed when I landed at <placeName key="Slocum Creek" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl079">Slocum creek</placeName>. It is of grayish color
               and looks like the beard of an old man tied fast to limb. It has that
               peculiarity that it don't creep along the limb, but hangs in a bunch as if tied
               to it. We had an elegant supper of <objectName type="food">fritters, bread, omelette, ham, fried potatoes</objectName> &amp;c. We move our camp up near <placeName>Gen Reno's</placeName> headquarters tomorrow. We
               have now two cases of varioloid in our company <persName key="John Hartz" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper146">Hartz</persName> and <persName key="James Dougherty" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper147">Dougherty</persName> - <persName key="Capt. Taylor" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper148">Captain Taylor</persName>
               is down with it too.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date>Friday 28</date>.</dateline>
            <p>This was a <name type="weather">bright fine day</name> - a languid summer day. Part of the Regiment moved
               to our new camp nearer to town, but still on this side of the <placeName key="Trent River" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl083">Trent</placeName>, near to
               where we bivouaced the first night. I was officer of the day, though I was so
               horse that I could not speak above my breath. Toward evening I think my cold
               is broken up some.</p>
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            <head>
               <date>Saturday 29</date>.</head>
            <p>We moved up today. We had been promised teams, but they didn't come, so we
               tugged away at a <objectName type="equipment">hand-cart</objectName> &amp; we were nearly done. Someone had raised a row
               over in town, and five 4 horse teams came in the afternoon, &amp; before
               evening we had all our luggage up. We have a motley collection of <objectName type="equipment">tents</objectName>, some
               of the 21st Mass, sibley, wall, common tents, great lumbering tents of the
               rebels. We managed to get two nice <objectName type="equipment">wall-tents</objectName> &amp; I pitched them at right
               angles - then we got part of a sibley &amp; made a portico in front - it looks
               [Swiss?] - one <persName key="Dick Coulter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper025" cert="medium">Dick</persName> has for his department. The other we eat &amp; sleep in. We
               have it all floored very nicely, &amp; tonight feel as if we were at home
               again. It seems like our canvas home at <placeName key="Annapolis, MD" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl002">Annapolis</placeName>.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date>Sunday March 30</date>. 1862.</dateline>
            <p>It was dark and gloomy and <name type="weather">rained </name>most of the time. <persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076">Tom. Grier</persName> came over and
               took dinner with us. [?] <persName>Kline </persName>&amp; [?] were here too. <persName>Lt. Applegat</persName>, formerly
               1st Srgt. of Co. M. 9th New Jersey was in to see us. The 2 lts of his [?] had
               resigned, &amp; the day before the battle he had appeared as 2nd Lt, in the
               Battle. <persName key="Capt. McChesney" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper120">Capt. McChesney</persName> was wounded &amp; he has been in command ever since.
               <persName key="Capt. McChesney" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper120" type="real">Capt. McChesney</persName> was wounded early in the fight. As some of his men were
               carrying him back he saw <persName>Capt Hayes</persName> of their Regiment a german company come
               retreating. He ordered him back. And as the Capt. didn't seem disposed to
               obey, he drew his <objectName type="equipment">revolver </objectName>on him, and the Capt. got behind a tree. Then
               <persName key="Capt. McChesney" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper120">McChesney</persName> ordered the men that carried him to lay him down, and charge <objectName type="equipment">bayonets </objectName>               on them. They did so &amp; the Capt. led his company back, &amp; they behaved
               very galantly.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-03-31">Monday. 31.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <time>The morning</time> was <name type="weather">raw and chilly</name> - such as we have in September. <name type="weather">Then the sun came out</name> about <time>ten o'clock</time> and was <name type="weather">very hot</name>
               <time>until evening</time>, when it became <name type="weather">chilly</name>. Whisky has been ordered to be served to the men, an <objectName type="drink">ounce</objectName> in the morning I had
               determined to make application for a commission in <orgName>the regular army</orgName>, &amp; got a
               recommendation from <persName key="Thomas Bell" role="Soldier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">Lt. Col. Bell.</persName> I went over to <persName key="Jesse Reno" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086" type="real">Gen Reno</persName>. He and <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" role="Soldier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Gen Burnside</persName>
               both advised me to hold on to my rank here, as <orgName>the army</orgName> would be reorganized,
               and Captains would receive commissions to recruit companies: that I could not
               get a higher rank than 2nd Lieut &amp; would have to rise from it. <persName key="John Morris" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057" type="real">Morris </persName>&amp;
               I rode out about a half mile, where <persName key="Thomas Williams" role="Soldier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper079">Capt. Williamson</persName> was building a <objectName type="equipment">fort</objectName>. This
               is large to contain 8 acres, an <objectName type="equipment">enclosed fort</objectName>, &amp; is about a half mile from
               <placeName role="River" key="Trent River" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl083">the Trent</placeName>. Another is to be built 3/4 of a mile further toward <placeName role="river" cert="unknown" key="Neuse River" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl058">the Neuse<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName>, &amp;
               about a half mile from it. We had dress parade <time>this evening</time> &amp; <persName key="George Shorkley" role="Soldier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Lt. Shorkley</persName>
               acted as adjutant, <persName key="Daniel Bible" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper022" type="real">Bible</persName> being sick. Since last night, everything has moved
               with an unusual.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-04-01">Tuesday April 1. 1862.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>The day was <name type="weather">hot</name>, the sun making it so - but <name type="weather">the air would at times feel chilly</name>.
               I was quite unwell during the forenoon, weakened down by my cold and diarrhoea.
               After dinner owing to some startling rumors I was induced to <gap/> [?] over to <placeName role="city / town" cert="high" key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">New Berne<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName>. The [?] was as still as death, but the quiet work going on was amazing.
               <objectName type="equipment">Artillery</objectName> was being hauled out back of town: the <orgName>57th N.Y.</orgName> &amp; <orgName>11th Conn.</orgName>
               sent to work on the <objectName type="equipment">fort</objectName>. Our <orgName>pickets</orgName> had been attacked last night one killed -
               one rebel killed &amp; a deserter came in, who gave the information, that 5000
               <orgName>rebels</orgName> were <placeName role="next to kingston" key="Kingston" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl048">five miles this side of Kingston</placeName>, and 25,000 in <placeName role="Town" key="Kingston" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl048">Kingston</placeName> advancing
               this way, under command of <persName key="Robert Ransom" role="Soldier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper068" type="real">Gen. Ransom</persName>, an old West Pointer, well known to our
               Generals, and said to be a man of considerable dash. 
               
               <fw><date when="1862-04-01">April 1 continued.</date></fw> The [?] [?] was sent to <placeName role="Base" cert="unknown" key="Hatteras Light House" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl046">Hatteras<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName> last night at
               twelve o'clock to hasten the <orgName>reinforcements</orgName>. <persName role="Admiral">The Admiral</persName> came in while I was
               over there, &amp; we saw <objectName type="vehicle">the Cossack</objectName> go up afterwards I met <persName role="newspaper correspondent" cert="high" key="Fitzpatrick" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper123" type="real">Fitzpatrick</persName>, cor.
               of Herald, who gave me <objectName type="mail">papers</objectName> with the <objectName type="mail">news</objectName> of the Battle of <placeName role="Battle site" cert="high" key="Winchester" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl094">Winchester</placeName>. He
               said the <orgName>17. Mass</orgName>. <orgName>103. N York</orgName>, &amp; <orgName>2 Maryland</orgName> were there - &amp; some
               <orgName>batteries</orgName> in all 3000. [Parke's?] Brigade with the companies New Jersey are at
               <placeName role="Fort" key="Fort Macon" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl029">F Macon<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName>, so that we have of our old force, <orgName>25. 23. 27. 24. Mass</orgName>
               <orgName>10th 11th Conn</orgName>,
               <orgName>51st N.Y.</orgName>
               <orgName>57. Penna.</orgName>
               <orgName>21 Mass</orgName>, &amp; <orgName>4 companies 9th New Jersey</orgName>, <orgName>6 of the 48th Penna</orgName>, about 6000 effective men, &amp; the reinforcements 3000, 9000 in all. It
               is wonderful how the regiments are reduced by sickness and death. Our regiment
               for instance, had but 450 men on dress parade - &amp; say [200?] Guard &amp;
               other details make us a little over 500 strong. I have nineteen sick in my own
               company. But prospects of a battle would call the sick out. It appeared to be a
               matter of anxiety to <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008" type="real">Gen Burnside</persName> that the troops were broken down so, and he
               attributed it partly to want of <objectName type="food">fresh beef</objectName> &amp; <objectName type="food">vegetables</objectName> &amp; he said that
               he had written to <placeName key="Washington N.C" role="City" cert="medium" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl090">Washington</placeName> urging <objectName type="food">beef</objectName> to be sent. If the rebels wouldnt come
               for a week, they couldnt come past that <objectName type="equipment">fort</objectName>. <persName key="Thomas Bell" role="Soldier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">Col. Bell</persName> says his orders are
               that if he hears heavy firing to form and march to <objectName type="vehicle">the Ferry.</objectName>
               <persName key="Thomas Bell" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072" type="real">Lt Bell</persName> that was
               with <persName key="Capt. McRae" role="Soldier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper119">Capt. McRae</persName> in the battle with the <orgName>Texans</orgName> and <placeName role="Territory" cert="high" key="New Mexico" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl098">New Mexico<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName> was <persName>his brother</persName>.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-04-02">April 2 Tuesday</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <note anchored="true">Linn seems to have misdated this entry. In 1862 April 2nd fell on a Wednesday.</note>
               <name type="weather">Bright and warm</name>. We were ordered out somewhere about nine or ten o'clock to go
               down &amp; receive the <orgName>2nd Maryland </orgName> &amp; marched to <placeName role="River">the river</placeName>, &amp; lay there
               until near one o'clock, when <persName key="Jesse Reno" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086" type="real">Gen. Reno</persName> reviewed us, &amp; told us to go back to
               <placeName role="Military camp">camp</placeName>. After the dress parade, we were ordered to move to <placeName role="Near the river">the other side of the river</placeName> in the morning. We have received 4 regts <orgName>103 &amp; 13 New York</orgName>, <orgName>2nd Maryland</orgName>
               &amp; <orgName>17 Mass</orgName>. We feel some regret about leaving our camp, now that we just been cleverly fixed. It is probable that the rebels have not more than 15.000 men at <placeName key="Kingston" role="Town" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl048">Kingston<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName>, &amp; if they give us a few days, they can't faze us. <persName key="Charles Merrill" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper020" type="real">Chas. Merrill</persName> &amp; <persName key="Warner" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper141" type="real">Warner</persName> were promoted to Corporals today, and <persName key="Aaron Smith" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper006" type="real">Aaron Smith</persName> to the vacant Serjeantry.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <head>
               <date when="1862-04-04">Thursday 4th</date>
            </head>
            <p>
               <note anchored="true">Linn seems to have misdated this entry. In 1862 April 4th fell on a Friday.</note> Early this morning we unloaded the <objectName type="equipment">baggage</objectName>, and got it on <objectName type="nature">shore</objectName> about a quarter
               of a mile from <placeName role="Military camp">camp</placeName>. The <placeName role="Military camp">camp</placeName> is at <placeName role="Area of the town">the west end of the town.</placeName>
               
               <orgName>The first Brigade</orgName> being all here except the <orgName>21st Mass</orgName> &amp; <orgName>2nd Maryland</orgName>, just in
               <placeName role="Fort">rear of the fort</placeName> that is in process of erection. It is a large one [?] near
               eight acres. The <objectName type="equipment">western Bastions</objectName> are nearly completed <objectName type="equipment">Cannon</objectName> are planted all
               along in the rear of it and in front of our camps. <persName key="Jesse Reno" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086" type="real">Gen Reno</persName> was here to see us
               this morning. The place is high &amp; <name type="weather">dry</name> - but no doubt the <objectName type="nature">sand</objectName> will prove a
               nuisance. About here the land is well cultivated, but the <objectName type="equipment">fences</objectName> go down like
               [?] as each regiment comes in to encamp. Most of the day was spent getting our stores. It is pleasant to be here in a civilized place again. We
               received orders showing that the army is now divided into divisions two
               Brigades in <orgName>our Regiment</orgName>. We do not know how we are brigaded, but hope <persName key="John Hartranft" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper056" type="real">Col. Hastraupt</persName> will have command of one Brigade. The difficulty rests in the fact
               that the date of his muster is junior to that of any other Colonel. Its absence now,
               too, may operate against him. <persName key="George Shorkley" role="Soldier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley</persName> and I took a stroll <placeName role="Town center">down town</placeName>. It must
               be beautiful in the summer. Splendid <objectName type="nature">trees</objectName> overarch every treet, the quaint
               <objectName type="equipment">old houses</objectName>, giving one a feeling of satisfaction you do not experience, which
               seems a [word?], in fact, when you go into the handsome newly built northern
               towns. <objectName type="nature">Peach trees</objectName> are loaded with <objectName type="nature">blossoms</objectName>. Vegetation has commenced, and
               the <objectName type="nature">buds</objectName> on the <objectName type="nature">trees</objectName> are bursting.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-04-06">Sunday April 6th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>Yesterday and the day before we did little else than fix up our camp. We had a
               short Regimental drill in the afternoon. Our men have forgotten some but the
               ground was very rough. In the afternoon we were blessed with the arrival of a
               very large <objectName type="mail">mail</objectName> from home. I received three <objectName type="mail">letters</objectName> from <persName key="John Blair Linn" role="Brother" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051" type="real">John</persName> &amp; 2 from
               <persName key="Annie Catherine Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper015">Annie</persName> &amp; one from <persName key="Laura Sheller Linn" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper016" type="real">Laura</persName>. The last one is dated <date when="1862-03-31">March 31st</date>, so it came
               through in five days. Both last evening and this evening, <persName key="Thomas Bell" role="Soldier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">Lt. Col. Bell</persName> and I took
               a stroll through <placeName>the quiet old town</placeName>. The streets are lined with high arching
               <objectName type="nature">trees</objectName>, and the <objectName type="nature">leaves</objectName> are just budding. There are many fine <objectName type="equipment">houses</objectName>, but the
               beauty of them is in the large <objectName type="nature">grounds</objectName> around them and the <objectName type="nature">shrubbery</objectName>. <objectName type="nature">Roses</objectName> are
               blooming, &amp; the <objectName type="nature">lilac</objectName> &amp; <objectName type="nature">locust</objectName> are out. The multiforce is crowded. It
               must be a charming place, and one could not help thinking of the pleasant
               social times they must have had in times past. There is wealth and leisure.
               Where <persName key="Capt. Ritchie" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper109" type="real">Capt Ritchie</persName> has his quarters, was the office and <objectName type="equipment">rooms</objectName> of a bachelor
               Lawyer, built in a cross shape, &amp; the Col tells me has every luxury of
               <objectName type="equipment">library</objectName>, <objectName type="equipment">office</objectName>, <objectName type="equipment">bedroom</objectName>, <objectName type="equipment">dining</objectName>[&amp;?] <objectName type="equipment">bath</objectName> &amp;c. It was said that at his
               parties, he always refused to drink <objectName type="drink">wine</objectName>, &amp; kept up the impression that he
               was temperate. His servant, whom <persName key="Capt. Ritchie" role="Soldier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper109">Capt Ritchie</persName> has with him, on the Capt's
               observing a number of <objectName type="drink">bottles</objectName> in a <objectName type="equipment">closet</objectName> marked "[haregonic?]" that he would
               at times drink a bottle of it, 
               
               <fw>
                  <date when="1862-04-06">April 6. continued.</date>
               </fw> and lie for a day or two, perfectly besotted. He
               was in that condition when the attack was made on <placeName role="Town" cert="high" key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">Newbern<precision match="@ref" precision="medium"/>
               </placeName>, &amp; had to be
               carried away. We had a company inspection in the forenoon. <persName key="Thomas Grier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076" type="real">Tom. Grier</persName> came and
               took dinner with us. <name type="weather">The day was delightful</name>, &amp; we went up to the <objectName type="equipment">platforms</objectName>
               &amp; one of the <objectName type="equipment">curtains</objectName> is partially completed. I suppose that the alarms
               &amp; fuss last week was caused by a <persName key="Dr. Thompson" role="Soldier Doctor" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper131" type="real">Dr Thompson</persName> of <orgName>the First Brigade</orgName>, making a
               false alarm. <persName key="John Morris" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057" type="real">Morris</persName> said he had bought about <objectName type="nature">70 bales of cotton</objectName> of an old
               fellow out in the country, and after he had paid the money, some rebel cavalry
               came down and burnt it. An order was read on dress parade last night, sending
               the doctor to report at <placeName key="Washington N.C" role="City" cert="medium" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl090">Washington<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName> with the recommendation to the Secretary of
               War to dismiss him from service - that soldiers lost enough rest &amp; sleep
               not to be annoyed by false alarms and that all alarmists would be dealt
               summarily with. We formed under arms and marched into <placeName role="Church">the Presbyterian church</placeName>,
               where <persName key="Charles Mallory" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper019">Mr Mallory</persName> preached. We also heard a part of the grand concert given by
               <orgName role="Music">the 24th Mass Band</orgName>, Gilmore's in front of <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008" type="real">Gen. Burnsides</persName> headquarters. After we
               got back we found all our men from <placeName role="Island" key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke Island<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName> had gotten back except <persName key="Murphy" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper140" type="real">Murphy</persName>
               &amp; <persName key="Adam Henry" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper010" type="real">Adam Henry</persName>, who have lymphoid fever. We look very red &amp; some will be
               marked. Poor <persName key="James A. Kelley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper045">Jim Kelly</persName> died on the <date when="1862-03-27">27th of March</date> - he was delirious for 8 days
               and swore like a trooper until he died. It was owing to his impudence stripping
               stark naked - he was so selfruled they could not get him to take any care of
               himself. His side on which he lay was completely rotten - in fact he was one
               mass of corruption. I am glad the rest have gotten over it so happily. We have two cases on <placeName role="Across the river">the other side of the river</placeName>. We heard, through <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008" type="real">Gen Burnsides</persName>
               spies, who have just returned from <placeName role="Town" cert="high" key="Suffolk, Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl082">Suffolk<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName>, that <persName key="Samuel P. Heintzelman" role="soldier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper069">Gen. Heintzelman</persName> had taken
               <placeName role="Town" key="Yorktown, Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl096">Yorktown</placeName> with <objectName type="equipment">180 pieces of cannon</objectName>. Our friends in the North appear to have
               been uneasy about us, for fear that we would get caught in a trap. <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008" type="real">Gen. Burnside</persName> has been kept thoroughly informed of everything that has taken place.
               His spies are everywhere, &amp; he has a very finely organized system. Many are
               <orgName>New York detectives</orgName>. Six of them were on board <objectName type="vehicle">the Cossack</objectName>, &amp; it was a long
               time before we knew who they were. They appeared and disappeared - where we
               never saw. One I remember did not come on board for a long time, when the
               morning we left <placeName role="Base" cert="low" key="Hatteras Inlet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl045">Hatteras<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName> to come here, he suddenly turned up. You would take
               him for a Jersey huckster rather than a detective. We were on board a week with
               them when we had <orgName>the prisoners</orgName>. We kept the prisoners below except at certain
               hours, when the detectives would stay in their rooms. 
               
               <fw>
                  <date when="1862-04-06">April 6 continued.</date>
               </fw> It is wonderful that the change in the appointment of
               Corporal has made on <persName key="Charles Merrill" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper020" type="real">Charles Merrill</persName>. He is dressed very neatly and his <objectName type="nature">hair</objectName>
               and <objectName type="nature">beard</objectName> are nicely trimmed, and he appears to feel for the first time in his life
               that he has some responsibility. He does his work carefully and intelligently,
               &amp; takes a great interest in it.</p>
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         <div type="entry">
            
            <head>
               <date when="1862-04-07">Monday 7.</date>
            </head>
            <p>It was <name type="weather">bright fine summer morning</name> but <name type="weather">commenced raining</name> about <time>twelve o'clock</time>,
               &amp; <name type="weather">rained</name>
               <time>until evening</time>. We had a regimental roll call, &amp; company drill. I
               spent most of the day writing <objectName type="mail">letters</objectName> to <persName key="John Blair Linn" role="Brother" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051" type="real">John</persName> &amp; <persName key="Louisa">Louisa</persName> &amp; one to <persName role="Jim Kelly's wife">Jim Kelly's wife</persName>. This evening <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" role="Soldier" cert="high" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" type="real">Beaver</persName> and I shot <placeName role="Town center">down town</placeName>. It was very
               desolate. The [sandy]? evil drinks in the rain as fast as it falls. It looked
               odd to see the <name type="weather">rain come pouring down</name>, &amp; sort of melt away like snow.</p>
         </div>
         
         
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-04-08">Tuesday 8</date>,</dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">The day was dark and murky in the morning but it cleared towards noon and was hot during the afternoon</name> We had <orgName>company</orgName> &amp; Regimental drill &amp; dress
               parade. Rec'd a mail from <placeName>home</placeName> -
               <objectName type="mail">two letters</objectName>
               from <persName cert="high" key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">John</persName> to the <date when="1862-04-02">2nd April</date>. We had
               our <objectName type="mail">payrolls</objectName> signed and will probably be paid <date when="1862-04-09">tomorrow morning</date>.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-04-09">Wednesday 9</date>.</dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather"> It rained all night and most of the day, &amp; tonight it has set in with rain again </name>. <persName cert="high" key="Samuel P. Heintzelman" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper069" type="real">Paymaster Maj. Sherman</persName> came here and paid off the <orgName>Regiment</orgName> in three
               hours. It was very surprising to see how large the <orgName>companies</orgName> turned out. I
               looked at <persName>Capt. Blairs</persName>
               <orgName>company</orgName> of ninety five men - I have not seen so large a
               <orgName>company </orgName>since I left <placeName cert="high" key="Harrisburg" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl044">Harrisburg
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-04-13">Sunday 13</date>. </dateline>
            <p>On <date when="1862-04-10">Thursday morning</date> I went with <persName cert="high" key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057" type="real">Lt Morris</persName> on board the [Vidette?] with 3
               companies of the <orgName>New York 51st</orgName> to go up the <placeName cert="high" key="Trent River" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl083">Trent
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> to <placeName key="Pollocksville" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl071">Pollocksville</placeName>. Everything
               seemed against the expedition. I felt badly, and as if I had no business to go
               along, though I had the <persName>Gen.</persName> &amp; <persName cert="medium" key="Lt. Col. Edwin Shall" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper039" type="real">Lt Cols'</persName> permission. Took <objectName type="food">breakfast</objectName> with
               <persName cert="high" key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris</persName> and went down to <placeName>the river</placeName>. <objectName type="vehicle">The Ocean Wave</objectName> took us to the <objectName type="vehicle">Vidette</objectName> - <orgName>The New Yorkers</orgName> were mysterious [?] they were on a serious expedition. I suppose
               <persName>their reporter</persName> was along - I know <persName>Mr Schell</persName> was along - &amp; when we ran
               through the draw of the <placeName>bridge</placeName> and knocked one half of it down, he made a fine
               sketch of it. We had no surgeon - I went to <persName cert="high" key="Gen. Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Gen Reno</persName> - he sent me to <persName key="Dr. Cutter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper124" type="real">Dr Cutter</persName>
               - he to <persName>the Surgeon</persName> of the <orgName>2nd Maryland</orgName>, but as they were across <placeName>the river</placeName>, we
               concluded not to go after him, as we had <persName>a Dr</persName> from <placeName cert="high" key="Pollocksville" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl071">Pollockville
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>
                on
               board, when <persName>[Baron?] Egglestein</persName> of <orgName>N.Y. 3rd</orgName> had taken up, whilst visiting a
               patient, with another man named [<persName>Baras?</persName>] a merchant up there, bound hand &amp;
               foot &amp; sent him down as a spy. We ran aground a mile up above <placeName>the bridge</placeName>
               &amp; put them ashore to foot their way up. We lay all night then came down,
               got two tugs and pulled her off. So ended the Expedition. <date when="1862-04-12">Saturday</date> I was
               officer of the day. While standing out by the <placeName>road</placeName>, <objectName type="nature">a horse</objectName> came along with a
               <objectName type="equipment">coffin</objectName>, followed by a <objectName type="vehicle">buggy</objectName> with a little boy. It was going out of <placeName>town</placeName>.
               Another <objectName type="vehicle">buggy</objectName> came in with two ladies, and when they saw the hearse, they set
               up the most piercing screams - they beckoned to me to aid them in getting a pass to follow the body out. They were the mother &amp; aunt of the boy 16
               years old, who had come to <placeName>town</placeName> &amp; died suddenly of congestion of brain. I
               suppose he was a rebel soldier, but I did not press inquiry. <date when="1862-04-13">Today</date> I went with
               <persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076" cert="high" type="real">Tom Grier</persName> down over the <placeName>battle ground</placeName>. We took pleasure in having out the <objectName type="nature">big [pine?] trees</objectName>. We found a ram-rod whose end had been bent by a <objectName type="equipment">bullet</objectName>, and near
               it a <objectName type="equipment">bullet</objectName> that fitted the indentation on the rod - evidently the same <objectName type="equipment">bullet</objectName>
               that hit it. The <objectName type="nature">trees</objectName> showed wild shooting on both sides. The horses had been
               buried in the <placeName>trench</placeName> &amp; a very disagreeable odor prevailed. We heard the
               news that a battle had been fought at <placeName cert="high" key="Corinth, Mississippi" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl018">Corinth
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> and after two days hard fighting,
               the <orgName>rebels</orgName> defeated, <persName key="Albert Sidney Johnson" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper011">Gen Albert Sidney Johnston</persName> killed, &amp; <persName>Beauregard</persName> an arm
               taken off. The loss on both sides great. This battle I feared most of all. It
               is the last struggle for the <placeName key="Corinth, Mississippi" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl018">Mississippi valle
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="low"/></placeName>y.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-04-14">Monday. 14</date>.</dateline>
            <p>I have been exceedingly unwell - had to leave the drill this afternoon. I got
               some <objectName type="equipment">medicine</objectName>, went out to dress parade &amp; it had a bad effect on me. My
               head is giddy, bones ache, burning fever. But I hope I'll be better soon. We
               have the news of the Battle of <placeName cert="high" key="Corinth, Mississippi" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl018">Corinth
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> confirmed.</p>
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         <div type="entry">
            
            <fw>On Board Guide</fw>
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-04-17">Thursday April 17. 1862</date>
            </dateline>
            <p><date when="1862-04-16">Yesterday</date> we got orders about noon to go on board the <objectName type="vehicle">"Guide"</objectName> with
               six days <objectName type="food">provision</objectName>. In two hours we were on our march. Leaving all the sick we
               have seven hundred solid men with us. We marched through <placeName cert="high" key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">New Bern
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, past <placeName>Gen. Burnside's &amp; Reno's headquarters</placeName> - The streets of the <placeName>town</placeName> are sandy like a
               <placeName>sea-shore</placeName> - <name type="weather">the day was very hot</name> - &amp; though equipped for light marching it
               was very hard on us. We went to the<placeName> wharf at the railroad depot</placeName>, on the
               <placeName>Neuse</placeName>?, &amp; the <objectName type="vehicle">Pilot-Boy</objectName> took us one wing at a time, down to <objectName type="vehicle">the Guide</objectName>
               lying below <placeName>Town</placeName>.
               <objectName type="vehicle">The Guide</objectName>
               is a very fine boat 32 feet longer than the
               <objectName type="vehicle">Cossack</objectName>
               
               - &amp; her style finer. We are quartered very comfortable, though the
               men are very much crowded, and<name type="weather"> between decks it is very hot</name>.<persName> Capt. Shawl</persName> is
               usual drunk as a fool - I was reading at the table when he came up, took the
               <objectName type="equipment">light </objectName>and made a drunken endeavour to light his <objectName type="equipment">pipe</objectName>. My first impression was
               that the wind had blown it out. As I looked up he had his <objectName type="equipment">pipe</objectName> upside down,
               swaying to &amp; fro until he scorched his nose. "Don't you like it you can
               lump it" he said. I now register this now, that twere I have excused his
               impertince, because he was drunk, but here after, I will go upon the rule of
               law as to drunkeness, that is - every man is supposed to know the consequences
               of his own [?]. He commenced talking about getting killed - that we were to
               have a battle on this expedition. I shall never vary my belief in his innate
               cowardice. The only time he kept sober was when he led us away from
               <placeName key="Centreville, Maryland" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l14">Centreville</placeName>. He was drunk when we landed at <placeName cert="high" key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, he was drunk at the
               battle. He was drunk at <placeName key="Slocum Creek" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl079">Slocum's Creek</placeName> &amp; presented a most contemptible
               aspect - having fallen in the <objectName type="nature">mud</objectName>. The <objectName type="equipment">hair matress</objectName> was too warm for me to
               sleep on, in the close <placeName>state room</placeName>, having slept in the <placeName>open air</placeName> for a month.
               <name type="weather">Toward morning it became cooler &amp; I slept</name>. I have <date when="1862-04-17">today</date> been better than I
               have been for sometime. I have been bothered with pain in the back, head and
               back of the neck &amp; stomach - I was not alarmed though they were symptoms of
               small-pox. But today my both hands broke out with red-spots &amp; pimples.
               There we are thinks I - only regretting that I was not back to<placeName cert="high" key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059"> New Berne,
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> and
               the length of time it would put me off duty. However after looking at it
               suspiciously all day, I found they turned out to be watering pimples - bless my
               soul - was ever man known to rejoice that he had caught the Itch - [?] it was -
               &amp; no small-pox -</p>
            
            <fw>Thursday 17. continued. </fw>
            <p>We left <placeName key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">New Berne </placeName>about six o’clock. We looked with interest, at<placeName cert="high" key="Slocum Creek" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl079"> Slocum’s creek
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>
               - but I spent most of the day on the confessions of love queen. We passed
               <placeName key="Ocracoke inlet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl064">Ocracoke inlet</placeName> about 11 o’clock, passed a <objectName type="vehicle">steamer</objectName>, <placeName cert="high" key="Port Royal" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl072">Port Royal
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, and 7 <objectName type="vehicle">schooners</objectName>
               - <placeName key="Hatteras Inlet" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl045">Hatteras inlet</placeName> somewhat after one, and got aground between 4 &amp; 5 miles or
               so this side of <placeName cert="high" key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke Island
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, just the place where the <objectName type="vehicle">Guide</objectName> got aground when
               we first went up. The <objectName type="vehicle">Massasoit</objectName> came down about dusk &amp; took our men off to
               lighten the boat. <objectName type="vehicle">The Cossack</objectName> passed us taking the sick and wounded north.
               There is something singular about this expedition. The <orgName>N.Y. 51, Mass. 21. 48 Penna</orgName> were ordered to go on it. <persName cert="medium" key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072" type="real">Lt. Col. Bell</persName> &amp; some of our officers were
               sitting on the <persName cert="medium" key="Henry Miller" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper100" type="real">Gen-Court Martial</persName>, &amp; <persName cert="high" key="Capt. Mitchell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper132">Capt. Mitchel</persName>
               <orgName>51 N.Y</orgName>. &amp; other
               officers had just got excused, to go on the expedition, &amp; they were
               twitting <persName cert="medium" key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072" type="real">Lt. Col. Bell</persName> on his noting left behind, when the order came
               countermanding the orders of <orgName>other regiments</orgName> and our one substituted. The
               officers of the other regiments are as mad as forty. An inspection of marching
               return showed that our regiment has as many effective men as the other three
               together. <persName cert="high" key="Frank Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper102">Gen. Reno</persName> &amp; <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008" type="real">Burnside</persName> are to join us. <orgName>Co. E. Capt Hassenplug’s Company</orgName> had to go without a commissioned officer. Foster is evidently
               consumpted &amp; it will go hard with him if he gets home. He may attribute it
               all to his own work - dissipation especially at <placeName cert="high" key="Harrisburg" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl044">Harrisburg</placeName>. When our <orgName>regiment</orgName>
               came on board, one of the the hands asked where we were from - said that we
               were the quietest men he ever saw - It took but a half of hour before every man
               was quiet in his bunk - every <orgName>other regiment</orgName> he said, in a half hour would have
               the <objectName type="vehicle">ship</objectName> upside down in a half hour. <persName>The Capt</persName> asked <persName cert="medium" key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072" type="real">the Col</persName> to make proper
               arrangements for order. <persName cert="high" key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">The Col</persName> said he shouldn’t trouble about that - “Thats
               what the Cols of <orgName>other regiments</orgName> said &amp; we always had a row.” <persName>The Capt</persName>. [bail] expressed himself agreeably surprised. He is a young man, highly
               educated, literary - mode sailor and though very young has been master for nine
               years. We are happily off now, but ...
            </p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-04-18">Friday 18th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">This was a bright fine day.</name>
               <persPronouns>We</persPronouns>
               ran up toward the head of the <placeName>Island</placeName> and got aground. <persPronouns>We</persPronouns> were better off on the
               <objectName type="vehicle">Ocean Wave</objectName> and with the assistance of the tug <objectName type="vehicle">Champion,</objectName>
               <objectName type="vehicle">The Guide</objectName> got through
               and anchored above the <placeName>light house</placeName>. <objectName type="vehicle">The Northerner</objectName> came up with the 21st Mass
               and anchored near us. About 3 o’clock the <objectName type="boat">Picket</objectName>, <objectName type="boat">Phoenix</objectName>, <objectName type="boat">Massasoit</objectName>, <objectName type="boat">Ocean Wave</objectName> and <objectName type="boat">Pilot Boy</objectName> came along with <objectName>hooks</objectName>. They were the <orgName type="regiment">6th N.H. 9</orgName> &amp; <orgName type="regiment">89 N.Y, 21 Mass</orgName>. <persPronouns>We</persPronouns> were to wait until <objectName type="boat">The Phil.</objectName> came along She came with a flat
               and <objectName>guns</objectName> on, and about five o’clock got under way across <placeName>the Sound</placeName>. The wind
               blew strongly and it was very rough making some sea-sick. <persPronouns>We</persPronouns> understand that we
               are to land at <placeName cert="high" key="Elizabeth City" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl022">Elizabeth City
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, march up to <placeName key="Grape Mills" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl040">Grape Mills</placeName> destroy the <objectName>locks</objectName> &amp;
               come down the left Bank- root out some <objectName>batteries</objectName>. Its said our friends the <orgName type="regiment">3rd Georgia</orgName> &amp; <orgName type="regiment">Lousiana Tigers</orgName> are here - and that <persName cert="high" key="Henry Wise" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper040" type="real">Gen Wise</persName> was seen in <placeName cert="high" key="Elizabeth City" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl022">EC 
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>               yesterday </p>
            
            <fw>Friday 18. continued </fw>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">The weather was warm but the wind makes it cool this evening.</name> Eight o'clock
               aground again. It would be very mortifying if <persPronouns>we</persPronouns> were left behind - especially
               would the jealous party for whom <persPronouns>we</persPronouns> were substituted would twit <persPronouns>us</persPronouns>.<persPronouns>I</persPronouns> have been
               unwell most of the day. But this evening <persPronouns>I</persPronouns> am pretty well. If the march is 25
               miles it will go tough with <persPronouns>me</persPronouns>.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-04-19">Saturday 18</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <note anchored="true">Linn misdated this - in 1862 Saturday was the 19th of April.</note>We lay after getting off until near three o’clock, when the picket came down after us, and they found the mouth of the <placeName cert="high" key="Pasquotank" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl066">Pasquotank
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> and proceeded. The <placeName>lighthouse</placeName> had been burned down, so that our <persName>pilot</persName> — not a good one at best — could not find it. About five o’clock we reached <placeName>the landing place,</placeName> a sort of bend or pocket just below <placeName key="Elizabeth City" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl022">Elizabeth City.</placeName>
               <orgName>The three regiments</orgName> had reached here about two o’clock and had gone on. Our <objectName type="ship">gunboats</objectName> were lying here in force.The light <objectName>boats</objectName> took us off and ran as near <placeName>shore</placeName> as they could; then the small <objectName>boats</objectName> took us as near as they could, and we waded the rest of it. Very few but got in over the knees. After pulling off our <objectName>boots</objectName> and wringing our <objectName>stockings</objectName>, we formed. We had been divided into two brigades — the first of three regiments, <orgName type="regiment">9th N.Y.</orgName>, <orgName type="regiment">89th N.Y.</orgName>, and <orgName type="regiment">6th N.H.</orgName>; and the second brigade, <orgName type="regiment">51st Penna</orgName>. and <orgName type="regiment">21st Mass.</orgName> About seven o’clock we got under way. Two four-horse <objectName>wagons</objectName>, with our combustibles, and two pieces of <objectName>cannon</objectName> under<persName key="Oliver Otis Howard" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper142"> Col. Howard</persName>, were ahead; the <orgName type="regiment">21st Mass.</orgName> in the rear. We marched on some two miles and reached <placeName key="Currituck Courthouse" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl116">Currituck Court House</placeName>. It was built of <objectName>brick</objectName>; there was a low <placeName>jail</placeName> and several <placeName>houses</placeName> around. We then marched on through a beautiful country, well cultivated, with nice <placeName>houses</placeName>, and over a fine clay road, which it was a pleasure to go over. After going about five miles, we came to a <objectName>handboard</objectName> which said “8 miles to the <objectName>river bridge</objectName>.” We turned into another <objectName>road</objectName> and halted. Suddenly the major of <orgName type="regiment">the 21st</orgName> came along, and the cry was “to arms.” We formed, but it was discovered that the first brigade had lost their way and gone about ten miles around. We then proceeded, our brigade in advance. From twelve o’clock until towards one, we were marching very steadily. Our men were dropping with fatigue. <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris</persName> rode along. I stopped and told him our men were dropping out by scores. I was most miserably exhausted. I could scarcely move my legs. I had eaten nothing for two days and had a raging fever last night. We had observed a dense, heavy smoke ahead, across the <objectName>road</objectName>, extending over a considerable area of ground. We supposed it was a <objectName>bridge</objectName> burning. <persName cert="high" key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057" type="real">Morris</persName> had scarcely passed when a <objectName>cannon</objectName> opened, and a six-pound <objectName>ball</objectName> struck in a ploughed <placeName>field</placeName> about two hundred yards to our left, and rolled and bounded on past. Immediately a discharge of <objectName>canister</objectName> followed. We halted, got over into the <placeName>field</placeName> to our right, and formed in line of battle.The cannonade was kept up, the <objectName>canister</objectName> striking in front and the round <objectName>balls</objectName> in front, and some went over our heads. We could see them quite plainly, but we could not see where they came from on account of the smoke. In crossing into the <placeName>field</placeName> there was some confusion, and I ran after stragglers to get them into ranks. I had no assistance, as <persName role="Captain George Shorkley" key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley</persName> was adjutant and <persName role="1st Lieutenant Jacob G. Beaver" cert="high" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" type="real">Beaver</persName> was aide to <persName key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">Lt. Col. Bell.</persName> We moved on into the <placeName>woods</placeName> and turned to the left. Here I was so completely exhausted that I begged <persName role="Lt. Col. Bell" cert="high" key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072" type="real">Col. Bell</persName> to give me <persName role="1st Lieutenant Jacob G. Beaver" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Lt. Beaver</persName>, as I could not proceed. He told <persName role="1st Lieutenant Jacob G. Beaver" cert="high" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" type="real">Beaver </persName>to take command, and that I should stay as his aide until I recovered.We moved on through the <placeName>woods</placeName>. More than half of our men lay down, completely exhausted and worn out. <orgName role="The Confederates">The rebels</orgName> kept our range, and the round shot and <objectName>canister</objectName> were crashing all around us.</p>
            
            <p>We stacked arms and then got a drink of water. Several <placeName>houses</placeName> standing here had been burned, and the <objectName>fences</objectName> made a dense smoke clear across <orgName role="The Confederates'">the rebels’</orgName> position, so that we never saw the smoke of their <objectName>cannon</objectName> or musketry until we got up very close. Our regiment was then moved to the right, towards where we had been in the fight, and stacked arms in the open <placeName>field</placeName>. <name type="weather">It began to rain very fiercely,</name> and I went around to see the rebel positions. There were deep ditches along the <objectName>road</objectName>, used as <objectName>drains</objectName> all through this country, which they used as rifle pits, having in front a worn <objectName>fence</objectName> partly thrown down, yet high enough to give them cover. The <objectName>road</objectName> along which we advanced was very thickly strewn with <objectName>rails</objectName>, so that we could not make a charge over it. After making <objectName>coffee</objectName>, we were marched to the cover of the <placeName>woods</placeName> along the <objectName>fence</objectName> where we had fought them, stacked arms, and prepared to bivouac for the night. I went down to see our wounded. I came first to <placeName>the hospital of the Zouaves</placeName>, where I saw three of their dead lying outside. I was afraid to uncover their faces, for fear that I would see <persName key="Lanig" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper151">Lanig</persName>. I went a half-mile further to our <placeName role="the hospital of the Zouaves">hospital</placeName>. The rebels had played fiercely on our <placeName role="the hospital of the Zouaves">hospital</placeName>, after the red <objectName>flag</objectName> was up — round shot and shell. The ground was all ploughed up. They must have seen the fight, for <objectName>glasses</objectName> were found by a man in <orgName type="company">Co. E </orgName>at the place where their <objectName>cannon</objectName> were stationed. <persName key="Lt. Lanig" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper151">Lanig</persName> was shot in the jaw — the jawbone broken and the tongue cut off, and the <objectName>ball</objectName> lodged somewhere inside, but could not be found. <persName role="Private Jacob Buskirk" cert="high" key="Jacob Buskirk" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper041" type="real">Buskirk</persName> had a flesh wound through the upper part of his arm. <persName>McCormick</persName> was wounded in the leg, via <objectName>buckshot</objectName> apparently, but no hole could be found in <objectName>pants</objectName> or <objectName>drawers</objectName>. <persName role="Private Jacob Buskirk" key="Jacob Buskirk" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper041">Buskirk</persName> asked me to write to his father; <persName key="Lanig" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper151">Lt. Lanig</persName> to his wife. He could not talk and could only make some signs. Here <persName key="Srgt. Shuck" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper154">Sergt. Shuck,</persName>
               <orgName type="company">Co. E</orgName>, came down to carry up <persName key="Hoffman" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlmper155">Hoffman</persName>. <persName>Hoffman’s brother</persName> was along — poor fellow — he took it very hard.I returned to our <placeName>bivouac ground</placeName> about nightfall. <persName role="Lieutenant Jacob G. Beaver" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> had got a <objectName>gate</objectName>, and we had a fire, made some <objectName>coffee</objectName>, and after discussing the day, and especially the incompetency of <persName>Major Shawl </persName>and the cowardice of <persName>Capt. Shawl</persName>, we turned over to sleep, expecting to be called early, and that tomorrow we would have sharp work.I had not slept but about a half hour. At nine o’clock, <persName cert="high" key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072" type="real">Lt. Col. Bell</persName> called us all up — the officers — and told us we should get our men ready to march in an hour back to <placeName cert="high" key="Elizabeth City" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl022">Elizabeth City
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>; that our safety depended on our doing it that night. <persName role="Major General Jesse L. Reno" key="Gen. Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Gen. Reno</persName> had reliable information that large reinforcements had been sent for and would be there before morning. <orgName>The Massachusetts pickets</orgName> could hear them coming already. Each company butted arms, stacked, and dismissed. Arrangements had been made to take all the wounded that could be carried with safety, and the rest would have to be left to fall into the hands of <persName role="The confederates">the rebels</persName>. The surgeons had cast lots, and the lot fell on <persName key="Dr. Warren" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper156">Dr. Warren</persName>, <orgName type="regiment">21st Mass.</orgName>, to stay. Unless the march was made in perfect silence, we would be attacked by their cavalry, which we had seen in the distance and supposed to be fifteen hundred. So we went and wakened all our men, explained to them all we deemed necessary to prevent them from imagining more. We had them load such of their pieces as were not, and the</p>
            <p>
               Caps taken off. Then <persName role="1st Lieutenant Jacob G. Beaver" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> came in and told me <orgName type="regiment">the 21st </orgName>had formed, and that we were to form immediately. So we got out into the field. It was very dark. The regiment formed in perfect silence. I cautioned my men that there was no occasion to be alarmed, and that if anything took place they should stay quietly in ranks until they got orders. That any man who allowed his piece to be discharged <persName role="Major General Jesse L. Reno" key="Gen. Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Gen. Reno</persName> would shoot, and that if I found that anyone had lost his <objectName>piece</objectName> in the morning I would have him punished by the severest punishment.<orgName role="brigade">The first brigade</orgName> moved first, then our regiment, the <orgName role="regiment">21st Mass</orgName>. in rear, then two pieces of artillery, then <persName>our axemen</persName>, who had orders to destroy the <placeName>bridges</placeName> after they had passed; and if cavalry came on, they were to open out on each side, <persName cert="high" key="Oliver Otis Howard" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper142" type="real">Col. Howard</persName> giving them time, and the artillery would play on them. We moved out onto the road. The first mile was very slow, taking an hour or more; then we went faster. And such a march I can give but the faintest description. The roads, which were good in the morning, <name type="weather">owing to the rain had become exceedingly bad</name>. It was so dark that you could scarcely see the dark <objectName>forms</objectName> of the men in front of you. We were all excessively fatigued by what we had gone through previously. I was particularly unfit for it. But we stuck to it — to the colors all the way through. <name type="weather">It rained a great part of the time.</name>In the morning, deep chalk holes cut in the road had been filled with <objectName>wood</objectName> in corduroy style, and these were scattered and ricked around, so that the passage over them was rather precarious. Men fell down and sank in the mud. Stragglers dropped out exhausted; some threw away their rifles, though not many. When we reached <placeName>the courthouse</placeName>, the glands of my legs swelled, and it was agony to stand still. It was near four o’clock. Stragglers came up and joined us. Then I learned, to my sorrow, that three of our wounded were left behind. It was agony to me for a while, though I know it could not be helped. In fact, all the wounded of our regiment had been left, and of the other regiments except the dirty scoundrels, the <orgName type="regiment">Hawkins Zouaves</orgName>. <persName>The surgeon</persName> of that regiment was the medical director of the expedition, and he had loaded up only his own men. <orgName type="regiment">The 21st Mass</orgName>. had discovered the trick and got five of theirs along by getting a <objectName>cart</objectName> and <objectName>horse</objectName>. We were very much chagrined.We left there and got to the<placeName> river bank</placeName> about five o’clock. Here we were very agreeably surprised to see <persName key="Irvin" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper157">Irvin,</persName> of <orgName type="company">Hassenplug’s company</orgName>, who had been wounded in the arm, join us. When he found the army had decamped, he knew where <persName role="Colonel Rush C. Hawkins">Col. Hawkins’s</persName>
               <objectName>horse</objectName>, which had been wounded, was tied, went for it, and rode through — swimming creeks — all the <placeName>bridges</placeName> had been broken down. We were glad of it. He said poor <persName role="Private Jacob Buskirk" key="Jacob Buskirk" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper041">Buskirk </persName>urged him not to go.We had to wade out to a plank arrangement taken on the <objectName type="boat">Pilot Boy</objectName> and put on board the <objectName>Guide</objectName>. Fortunately, I had dry <objectName>socks</objectName> in my haversack.<persName role="Private Richard Dye" cert="high" key="Richard Dye" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper137" type="real"> Dick</persName> got me warm water, and some officers kindly gave me <objectName>liniment</objectName>, which I rubbed on my leg. But I could not walk — only hop around.We got some breakfast and went to bed. Yesterday is like a bad dream. I can’t remember much about it — I was so used up. Slept most of the time, sat around the <objectName>stove</objectName>, and we fought everything over and traveled it again and again, so that I feel perplexed about it. I know it was Sunday the 19th — just one year since I left home to enter the army.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-04-21">Monday 21st</date>
            </dateline>
            <p> we got out on the ground outside the <placeName>lighthouse</placeName> above the <placeName key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076" cert="high">Roanoke Island
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, &amp;
               today about 12 o'clock a <objectName>tug</objectName> &amp; <objectName type="boat">the Massasoit </objectName>came &amp; took us off. One
               of our <objectName>boats</objectName> brought <persName key="Stitzer" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper152">Stitser</persName>, <orgName type="company">Company E</orgName> who had been wounded &amp; left, who
               told us that about 30 of their wounded &amp; stragglers had left <placeName>the battlefield</placeName> at 8 o'clock next morning &amp; came through – that <persName key="H. Co'y McCormick" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper153" cert="high" type="real">McCormick</persName> had
               come through with them, but had gone on to some other <objectName>boat</objectName>. <persName key="Jacob Buskirk" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper041" cert="high" type="real">Buskirk</persName> &amp; <persName key="Lt. Lanig" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper151">Lanig</persName>
               were unable to move. As we have nothing to do but fight and march this thing
               over and over again, <name type="weather">the sound of being rough &amp; raining fiercely,</name> we have
               anchored at dark. I think that I will fill up the incidents of the time which I
               have omitted. We landed in a <placeName>corn field</placeName> near <placeName key="Elizabeth City" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl022" cert="high">Elizabeth City
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>. Some one remarked
               that was always our luck, but <name type="weather">it was not always our luck to have as bright and sunny a day as we have now.</name> The man that lived here had a great number of
               <objectName>beehives</objectName>. They were all robbed when we came back. The retreat could not but be
               disorderly to some extent, &amp; stragglers had a fair opportunity to leave
               &amp; plunder. At one place along the <placeName>road</placeName> a woman came out &amp; waved a US
               <objectName>flag</objectName>, each company as it came up cheered her. <persName key="Peter Koser" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper067">Peter Koser</persName> our color corporal,
               was sick, and <persName role="Corporal Charles Merrill" cert="high" key="Charles Merrill" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper020" type="real">Chas Merrill</persName> took his place. He stuck to the colors from our
               landing until we came back to it. I often saw him stagger with fatigue but he
               stuck to it - through thick and thin - <objectName>mud</objectName> &amp; mire - oh it was delightful to
               me to see him - cool and collected, as if he were walking in the <objectName>bar</objectName>. While the
               other boys were talking of how much they had fired, he quietly remarked to me
               "Captain I considered it my duty not to fire at all," I told him that was right.
               He showed his courage &amp; coolness and not firing as the color guard never
               fire - but must be always loaded as I felt the greatest itching to pick up a
               <objectName>rifle</objectName> &amp; had there not been the most stringent order against officers using
               any <objectName>arms</objectName>, I'm afraid I would have run at it. <persName role="1st Lieutenant Jacob G. Beaver" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> told me he had the same
               feeling, &amp; could hardly refrain from relieving some of the dead of their
               <objectName>cartridge box</objectName> &amp; <objectName>rifle</objectName>. <persName role="Captain George Shorkley" cert="high" key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002" type="real">Lt Shorkley</persName>, who is acting adjutant displayed the
               most consummate skill &amp; courage in conducting the regiment into their
               place, and afterwards he took the <orgName type="regiment">21 Mass</orgName> into their position. Our men praise
               <persName role="1st Lieutenant Jacob G. Beaver" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Lt Beaver</persName> very much. He had the company in, &amp; I arrived just before the
               firing commenced: just in time, I was most heartily glad of it, as I was in the
               battle and in the charge &amp; only fainted when the enemy had fled.</p>
            <p>I send this acct to you. You must keep it strictly confidential. <persName role="Major General Jesse L. Reno" cert="high" key="Gen. Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086" type="real">Gen Reno</persName> has
               sent the <objectName>flag</objectName> of truce requesting <orgName>the rebels</orgName> to release on parole our wounded,
               as that was his way we did at <placeName key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">New Berne</placeName>, &amp; it will no doubt be done. I have
               been doubting the propriety of the letter to <persName key="Warden" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper159" cert="medium" type="real">Warden</persName>, I wish you wouldn't
               publish it unless the account is published in the <objectName>Tribune</objectName>. I am afraid that it
               is not right. He might publish the list of killed &amp; wounded &amp; leave the
               rest until he sees whether other <objectName>papers</objectName> are published. I don't wish to be
               compromised. <persName key="H. Co'y McCormick" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper153">McCormick</persName> our wounded corporal got safe to <placeName>camp</placeName>.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <note anchored="true"/>
               <date>Saturday May 10 1862</date>. </dateline>
            <p>This was <name type="weather">another lovely day</name>. 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<persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003"> Lt Beaver</persName> and I went to see our sick this forenoon. <persName key="Aaron Smith" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper006">Smith</persName> is recovering slowly, &amp; I think <persName key="Bensiger" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper194">Bensinger </persName>&amp; [<persName>Fike]</persName> are too. They are in the
               <placeName>Regimental Hospital</placeName>. Down at the
               <placeName>Academy</placeName> are <persName key="Albion S. Knode" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper195">Knode </persName>in the lower ward, <persName key="Jacob Santo" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper043">Santo, </persName>
               <persName key="Capt. Snyder" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper107">Snyder</persName> &amp; <persName key="Jewett S. Harding" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper193">Harding </persName>in the upper, <persName key="Albion S. Knode" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper195">Knode</persName> 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<persName key="Jewett S. Harding" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper193"> Harding</persName> the other day “Why wasn’t <persName key="Jewett S. Harding" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper193">Harding </persName>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. <persName key="Jewett S. Harding" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper193">Harding</persName>, 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, &amp; The Dr would not allow us to talk to him. The “<placeName>Gaston
                  House</placeName>” is painted out and “<placeName>Union House</placeName>” painted
               In. <persName> Stetson</persName> of the <placeName>Astor House </placeName>is to
               keep it. As we passed there <persName>Capt Neil</persName> recognized, his clerk as
               one who had been clerk or treasurer of some New York club &amp; found dishonest. He
               said he would rob him. This afternoon, <persName key="Charles Mallory" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper019">Charles Mallory</persName> and I went across toward the <placeName key="Neuse River" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl058">Neuse</placeName>. Between this &amp; 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
               <placeName>hospital</placeName> who would not be able to march in four or five
               days. I should think the fortifications will be completed in that time. </p>
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            <dateline>
               <date>Wednesday 14</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>T<name type="weather">he morning was lowering, and this afternoon we had a furious
                  thunderstorm</name>. We had news yesterday of the battles of <placeName>West Point
                  </placeName>and <placeName>Williamsburg</placeName>, and this afternoon received mail
               &amp; papers. I had a letter from <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">John</persName> of the <orgName>7th</orgName> by which time they had just
               received letters from us. <orgName>Col Emory's Brigade</orgName> with the <orgName>
                  2nd</orgName>
               <placeName>Maryland</placeName> went off on some expedition to day. </p>
            
            <p>
               <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Gen. Burnside</persName> returned yesterday, and there was a review of the
               Cavalry Regiment [Col. Wine] - it is a splendid regiment. Yesterday we were over
               looking at two sections of light artillery firing at a target. The other field
               resembled<placeName key="Camden" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl008"> Camden</placeName>, and the firing resembled it most, only we were behind
               instead of in front. They were firing at targets from <placeName key="Fort Totten" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl036">Fort Totten </placeName>with 32 pdrs. Thunder what a noise &amp; it called
               up<placeName key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059"> New Bern</placeName> - when the 24 &amp; 32 pdrs from the water batteries put in
               their occasional clamor, above the din and noise of the smaller fry. </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date>Thursday. 15. May</date>.</dateline>
            <p>This morning <name type="weather">the sky was lowering</name>,<persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003"> Beaver</persName> and I went down town and bought papers and magazines. We were
               very lazy, &amp; wondered what we would do if we got marching orders. After dinner
               <persName key="Col. Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">Lt Col Bell</persName> came over to our tent &amp; said “Boys get ready - we are
               to march at half past two o clock” We were in a stir - two days provisions that came
               in wagons. Well that was a relief, but<persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003"> Beave</persName>r had just bought a half bushel of clams, and we would have to
               go without a chance at them. They would spoil before we got back. About two we saw
               the <orgName>cavalry Regt</orgName>. approaching and we all went down to the road to
               see it. They had had an affair with the rebels 5 miles this side of <placeName key="Trenton" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl084">Trenton</placeName> in which they had two men killed 6 wounded, a 1 Lieut, &amp;
               6 men missing. <name type="weather">It commenced raining</name>, and we heard the
               drummers call, and as we looked at the mortar had the cavalry had much of the roads
               we thought of our march with a rueful visage. An aid rode up shortly afterward with
               the word “orders countermanded.” We felt rejoiced and feasted on clams at supper. A
               section of artillery passed and I heard one of our men say “There been at something
               more than [?] - don’t you see the wheel hanging on behind” and that raised a shout of
               laughter. </p>
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         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date>Thursday. 15. May.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>This morning the sky was lowering, <persName cert="high" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" type="real">Beaver</persName> and I went down town and bought <objectName type="readible">papers and magazines</objectName>. We were very lazy, &amp;
               wondered what we would do if we got marching orders. After dinner <persName key="Thomas Bell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper072">Lt Col Bell</persName> came over to our <objectName type="equipment">tent</objectName> &amp; said “Boys get ready - we are to march at half past two o
               clock” We were in a stir - two days <objectName type="food">provisions</objectName>
               that came in wagons. Well that was a relief, but <persName cert="high" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003" type="real">Beaver</persName> had just bought a <objectName type="food">half
                  bushel of clams</objectName>, and we would have to go without a chance at them.
               They would spoil before we got back. About two we saw the <orgName>cavalry</orgName>
               Regt. approaching and we all went down to the road to see it. They had had an affair
               with <orgName>the rebels</orgName> 5 miles this side of <placeName cert="high" key="Trenton" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl084">Trenton<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName> in which they had two men killed 6 wounded, a 1 Lieut, &amp; 6 men
               missing. <name type="weather">It commenced raining</name>, and we heard the drummers
               call, and as we looked at the <objectName type="equipment">mortar</objectName> had
               the <objectName type="equipment">cavalry</objectName> had much of the roads we
               thought of our march with a rueful visage. An aid rode up shortly afterward with the
               word “orders countermanded.” We felt rejoiced and feasted on <objectName type="food">clams</objectName> at supper. A section of <objectName type="equipment">artillery</objectName> passed and I heard one of our men say “There been at
               something more than [?] - don’t you see the wheel hanging on behind” and that raised
               a shout of laughter. </p>
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         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date>Friday 16</date>.</dateline>
            <p>
               <persName key="Samuel Markley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper070">Sam Markley </persName>returned from <placeName key="Beaufort" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl005">Beaufort.</placeName> He was sent down by the <persName>Col</persName>. to buy
               ponies. The mares of the ponies are left run on the meadows. When with foal the mares
               are penned up, until the colt is able to run when it is branded and left run.
               <persName key="Samuel Markley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper070"> Sam </persName>was a week too soon. All the country there out about the 20th
               &amp; drive them into pens - there are two pennings as they are called. The north and
               south - the former 25 miles &amp; the latter ten miles from <placeName key="Beaufort" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl005">Beaufort - </placeName>immediately succeeding one another. The people were
               doubtful whether there would be any, being afraid our officers would come &amp; take
               them away. <persName key="Samuel Markley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper070">Sam</persName> asked their price - they said they had been sold for $15-25 - but
               this year might get one. For $45
               = 50. <persName key="Samuel Markley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper070">Sam</persName> told them if they commenced that game they might be sure our
               officers would come &amp; take them -- if $15 they would sooner pay it than not. </p>
         </div>
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            <dateline>
               <date>Saturday 17</date>.</dateline>
            <p>So far as I can hear of the affair in the last few days, <persName key="Col. Emory" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper200">Col Emory </persName>with the cavalry, a section of artillery &amp; infantry were
               sent up toward <placeName key="Trenton" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl084">Trenton</placeName>. The <orgName> Maryland Reg’t</orgName> up to <placeName key="Pollocksville" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl071">Pollockville</placeName> - object to beg some cavalry. <persName key="Col. Emory" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper200">Emory</persName> returned after a slight skirmish. The <orgName>22nd
                  Maryland</orgName> was hemmed in at <placeName key="Pollocksville" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl071">Pollockville.</placeName>
               <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057"> Morris </persName>was sent up with cavalry &amp; extricated them got back -
               &amp; was sent out again - after them they not returning - Friday night &amp;
               <persName key="Gen. Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Reno</persName> [?] set out with the <placeName>21st Mass</placeName> - met them
               returning. <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris</persName> rode near 100 miles in 24 hours, without get out of saddle
               almost - the last few miles he had to dismount &amp; get into a wagon. It cleared
               off, after raining all night until 7 o’clock this morning. </p>
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            <dateline>
               <date>Sunday 18</date>.</dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">Very hot</name>, and I am officer of the day. <persName key="James Christie" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper199">Christy</persName> &amp;<persName key="Charles Stewart" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper117"> Stewart</persName> had a fight &amp; I put a hand on <persName key="James Christie" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper199">Christy</persName>. A most singular thing has happened in the disappearance of
               <persName key="A.F.C. Phillips" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper009">Phillips</persName>. He was at roll call last night took his rifle into his tent
               &amp; that was the last we have seen of him. In the last two or 3 days he has been
               very quiet - scarcely speaking to any one - in fact ever since the battle of
               <placeName key="Camden" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl008">Camden.</placeName>
            </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date>Monday 19th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">It was very warm during the day, and the evening we had a severe
                  shower</name>. I sent a scouting party to hunt up <persName key="A.F.C. Phillips" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper009">Phillips.</persName> Just after they left word came to us that he was in the
               guard house of the <orgName>10th Conn</orgName>. about 4 miles from here, on our
               outposts evidently deranged. He had been put in the guard house the day before and
               released. During the night he was captured again &amp; I believe knocked down by the
               sentry. He said that we were going to shoot him, and he wanted to get in to the rebel
               lines. We sent an ambulance after him &amp; brought him back. The Dr. has had a
               blister on the back of his neck. We have got into a pretty difficulty. It appears
               that <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley </persName>wrote to his brother stating that he was glad <persName key="James A. Kelley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper045">Lt Kelly </persName>wasn’t along at <placeName key="Camden" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl008">Camden</placeName>, for he might have been discredited &amp; his brother was
               impudent enough to show it and <persName>Stenner</persName> wrote demanding an
               explanation.<persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002"> Shorkley</persName> took the bull by the horns, and acknowledged he did write it
               &amp; would stick to it. There was no <persName>Co K</persName> in the battle - some
               few of the company were there. Then to cap it the Chronicle has been rifling my
               private  letters or journal and says the only mention of <persName>Co K </persName>was that
               <persName>Capt Linn </persName>saw <persName> Michael Shires</persName> on the
               field - evidently meaning to show that the Co was there, but they in connection with
               the other, interpret that I mean to say nobody but<persName> Shires</persName> of
               that company was there. It annoys me exceedingly that our folks should be so impudent
               as to exhibit it. I warned them frequently about it and now they have got me in to a
               miserable scrape.<persName> Shorkley</persName> wrote his brother that he would
               confine his correspondence to brief matters. I’ll confine mine to my health. </p>
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            <dateline>
               <date>Wednesday 21</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>The <name type="weather">weather is so hot</name>, and camp life so monotonous, that
               it requires the doggedness of a <persName>John Quincy Adams </persName>to write a
               journal. The only incident today was the fly of <persName key="Dick Langley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper103">Dick’s</persName> tent catching fire. <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> and I were sitting under the awning between the two when
               someone gave the yell - “your tent’s on fire.”<persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003"> Beaver</persName> seized the wash basin &amp; commenced flinging water from a
               tub with which we threw slop water - He wasn’t particularly careful as to where he
               threw it, and as I had got around with a tin pitcher, not another tub, he gave me a
               few dabs - I did not notice it until after I sat down, the fire out and the narrow
               escape discussed, when an abominable smell greeted me - <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver </persName>very truly compared it to the smell of a bread and milk
               poultice which had been three days on an old sore. In the evening, we went downtown.
               We stopped near a house when we heard a childish voice accompanying the piano with
               Dixie. The lady of the house came out and sat on a porch and kept up a talk with the
               sentry. We overheard her say that they would never give up - that their folks have no
               navy - when we got away from the sea-board, there would be more desperate work. Well
               said. We all know that both at <placeName key="Roanoke Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl076">Roanoke </placeName>&amp; here our gunboats were of no service except to cover
               our landing </p>
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         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date>Saturday 24</date>.</dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">The morning was dark and lowering</name>. This afternoon
               <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> and I started for town, met <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris</persName> who brought us back in his buggy, but <name type="weather">a
                  heavy rain came on - we went afterwards between cloud bursting. The rain continued
                  at intervals during the night</name>. We went down again this evening. The
               <objectName type="ship">steamer Burnside</objectName> is expected in today, but
               has not arrived we expect a large mail by her, as the <placeName key="Fort Monroe" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl037"> Fortress Monroe</placeName> mails were sent back to <placeName>New
                  York.</placeName>
            </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date>Monday 26</date>.</dateline>
            <p>It has been a succession of rainy days. We have a nice cozy time indoors, but cant
               help thinking of <orgName>McClellan’s army</orgName>: it must be dreadful in that low
               swampy country. <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Lt Beaver</persName> and I strolled around town after morning drill. We saw two
               of<persName key="Em French" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper029"> Em French’s</persName> whores &amp; several from the crow-nest. <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley’s</persName> &amp; 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 <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> and I take occasion to pass every day - they are the only
               ladies we have seen in town. On Saturday, we met a <persName key="Col. Pollack" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper198"> Pollock</persName> from <placeName key="Reading" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl074">Reading, </placeName>cousin of <persName>John’s wife</persName> - a corporal in
               one of the<orgName> 4 companies of the 48th,</orgName> which had been left at
               <placeName key="Cape Hatteras" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l13">Hatteras</placeName>, and came on here the other day. I met him in<placeName key="Philadelphia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl069"> Philadelphia</placeName> when <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris</persName> &amp; I were there, and little dreamed of meeting him here. I
               might have seen him at <placeName key="Cape Hatteras" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l13">Hatteras</placeName> had I taken the trouble to go to <placeName>Merifield
               </placeName>but I did not know he was there. </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date>Monday 26</date>.</dateline>
            <p>It has been a succession of rainy days. We have a nice cozy time indoors, but cant
               help thinking of <orgName>McClellan’s army</orgName>: it must be dreadful in that low
               swampy country. <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Lt Beaver</persName> and I strolled around town after morning drill. We saw two
               of<persName key="Em French" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper029"> Em French’s</persName> whores &amp; several from the crow-nest. <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley’s</persName> &amp; 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 <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> and I take occasion to pass every day - they are the only
               ladies we have seen in town. On Saturday, we met a <persName key="Col. Pollack" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper198"> Pollock</persName> from <placeName key="Reading" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl074">Reading, </placeName>cousin of <persName>John’s wife</persName> - a corporal in
               one of the<orgName> 4 companies of the 48th,</orgName> which had been left at
               <placeName key="Cape Hatteras" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l13">Hatteras</placeName>, and came on here the other day. I met him in<placeName key="Philadelphia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl069"> Philadelphia</placeName> when <persName key="John Morris" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris</persName> &amp; I were there, and little dreamed of meeting him here. I
               might have seen him at <placeName key="Cape Hatteras" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l13">Hatteras</placeName> had I taken the trouble to go to <placeName>Merifield
               </placeName>but I did not know he was there. </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date>Tuesday 27</date>.</dateline>
            <p>This was a warm day with pleasant air stirring. The <orgName>Jersey Blue</orgName>
               arrived last night from <placeName key="Cape Hatteras" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l13">Hatteras </placeName>with mails and <persName key="Edward Stanly" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper027">Gov. Stanley. </persName>The <objectName type="ship">Cossack</objectName> came
               from <placeName key="Washington N.C" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl090"> Washington N.C.</placeName> with about 400 released prisoners. They are from all
               the states, some 54 Pennsylvanians. 2 were here, who had been captured about the 1st
               of July near <placeName key="Martinsburg" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl051">Martinsburg.</placeName> They had been taken to <placeName key="Richmond, Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl075">Richmond,</placeName> and during the winter were one in <placeName key="New Orleans" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl060">New Orleans</placeName> and the other in <placeName key="Tuscaloosa" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl085">Tuscaloosa</placeName>. In <placeName key="New Orleans" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl060">New Orleans </placeName>they were closely imprisoned from Parish prison - 4 mo.
               &amp; 2 days had seen no ground. In <placeName key="Tuscaloosa" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl085">Tuscaloosa </placeName>they had it easier. They were then taken to <placeName key="Salisbury" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl077">Salisbury, N.C.</placeName> where there are several thousand. They said they saw
               <persName key="Col. Corcoran" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper197">Col. Corcoran</persName> there. None of the officers were exchanged. They were
               all to be sent to <placeName key="Washington N.C" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl090">Washington N.C.</placeName>
               <persName key="Col. Pollack" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper198">Capt. Pollack </persName>whom I met the other day, received a commission as
               second Lt. in his company. But as he was only a corp. &amp; promoted over the head of
               the orderly, it appears the Lt. Col. has kept the commission and refused to give it
               to him. We had one of the most furious rains last night we ever had. Everything was
               flooded. </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date>Wednesday 28</date>.</dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">Warm, very warm</name>. We received orders to move our camp
               across the <placeName key="Trent River" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl083">Trent</placeName>. The whole <orgName>22nd Division</orgName> is to be encamped
               across there. We were nicely fixed here, but 2 months is a long time to have a fixed
               home here. We regret that we won’t have our quiet strolls into town, &amp; the
               prospect of wood ticks, mosquitos &amp; gnats is not agreeable. We received news from
               <placeName key="Beaufort" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl005">Beaufort</placeName> that on last Thursday night <persName key="A.F.C. Phillips" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper009">Phillips </persName>had disappeared again and could not be found. He left his
               shoes in his room, &amp; got up a 12 oclock in the night in in the bath room. They
               suppose he is drowned but I am inclined to think he has wandered off again &amp; may
               turn up.</p>
         </div>
         
              
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-05-29">Thursday 29</date>.</dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">A bright pleasant day</name>. We got a <objectName type="readable">mail</objectName>, small one, &amp; <objectName type="readable">papers</objectName> to the 25th. We
               heard through rebel sources that <persName role="Military" type="Banks">Banks</persName> was defeated &amp; 4000 prisoners taken.
               We see by the <objectName type="readable">paper</objectName> that <persName role="Military" type="Col.Kenly">Col. Kenly</persName> with the <orgName>1st Maryland</orgName> was defeated, &amp;
               I judged that <persName role="Military" type="Banks">Banks</persName> was in a precarious condition. The <orgName>Reg’t</orgName> moved by
               companies, and 6 companies were moved, so that we stay here tonight yet. <persName role="Military" key="Daniel Bible" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper022" cert="high" type="real">Adjt. Bible</persName> returned this evening.
            </p>
            
            <fw>
               <date when="1862-05-29">Thursday 29</date>.</fw>
            <p>
               He looks well. He gives us glowing <objectName type="readable">acts</objectName> of the refutation of the <orgName>51st</orgName> - He
               tells a good story on <persName>Brower</persName> of <placeName>Norristown</placeName>
               who speaking of the <objectName type="equipment">sword</objectName>
               <persName role="Military" type="Jones">Jones</persName>
               sent home, “Just to think I never thought there was much in him and he had to
               kill the men to take it.” &amp; some other one remarked that in after years he
               would regret having killed a fellow creature.” Rec’d a <objectName type="readable">letter</objectName> from <persName role="Military" type="John">John</persName> with
               the news that <persName role="Military" type="Personnel">May Husburgh</persName> had eloped with <persName role="Military" type="Lineweaver">Lineweaver</persName>. It is hard because some
               of the members of <orgName>M H’s church</orgName> at <placeName type="Lebanon" cert="high" key="Pennsylvania" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl067">Lebanon
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>
            </p>
            <p>
               <orgName>M H’s church</orgName> are involved in it, and it will never
               be pleasant to remain there - It is an outrage because she is only 17 and he 35
               years old. Stolen to from our <placeName>house</placeName>. <persName role="Military">John</persName> is particularly indignant on that
               account. The minister who married them, they are determined to prosecute, &amp;
               wish for conspiracy. <persName role="Military" type="real" cert="high" key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076">Tom Grier</persName> said that <persName role="Military" key="Edward Stanly" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper027">Gov. Stanly</persName> has commenced his reign
               by suppressing <orgName>Colyers night schools</orgName>, and the [d---] are in terror because It
               is reported that he said they would all be remanded to their masters. One said
               he would put a <objectName type="equipment">knife</objectName> in his gut before he would go back to his Massa. This is
               all right. It takes all <persName>Abe</persName> Wisdom to counteract the rascally radicalism
               of such men as <persName role="General" type="Phelps">Phelps</persName> and <persName role="General" type="Hunter">Hunter</persName>, who are, by the way, among the best Generals
               in the service. The <orgName>17 Mass</orgName> returned from picket duty. I understand that the
               whole of the <orgName>1st Division</orgName> are to be encamped here.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-05-30">Friday 30</date>.
            </dateline>
            <p>The <name type="weather">day was very warm</name>. We took down our <objectName type="equipment">tents</objectName> &amp; packed, “waiting for the
               <objectName type="equipment">wagon</objectName>” when about 9 o’clock the wagon master came, and told us he had <objectName type="readable">orders</objectName>
               from Quarter master <persName>Hall</persName> not to haul any more over the road until it was
               repaired, and that he would furnish transportation to the <placeName type="river" cert="low" key="Trent River" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl083">river
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="low"/></placeName>, and on the
               other side of the <placeName key="Trent River" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl083">river</placeName>. If my <objectName type="equipment">tents</objectName> hadn’t been down I wouldn’t have budged -
               we asked "what then - is there a <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName>”, well his instructions didn’t go any
               further. Some peoples was mad, and an indefinite amount of hard swearing done.
               We expected this from <persName>Hall</persName>, but yet we couldn’t restrain our indignation. Our
               Quartermaster starts off with the wagon-master to see about a <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName>. Directly
               the teams came, &amp; we of course thought there was a <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> - loaded up -
               <persName role="Military" key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> went with the teams - I started with the company by the road.
               ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl083"&amp;gt;Trent by the Bridge/placeName&amp;gt;, part of which we knocked down
               when we went through the draw with the <orgName>Vidette</orgName>, and up the left <placeName>Bank of the Trent</placeName>. Within a mile or perhaps less, a <objectName type="nature">deep creek</objectName>
                joins the <placeName type="river" cert="high" key="Trent River" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl083">Trent
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, then
               runs along it up, with perhaps <objectName type="nature">500 yards of land</objectName> between, covered with <objectName type="nature">grass</objectName>
               like Timothy, then makes a bend like a <objectName type="nature">horseshoe</objectName> &amp; comes back again –
               across the <objectName type="nature">neck</objectName> it is but a few hundred yards, but the <placeName>peninsula</placeName> contains
               several hundred <objectName type="nature">acres</objectName> – on the <placeName>peninsula</placeName> is our <placeName role="Union" type="Camp" cert="high" key="Camp Union" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l11">camp
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>: <objectName type="nature">covered with grass &amp; shaded with pines</objectName> - the <placeName>banks</placeName> covered with <objectName type="nature">luxuriant foliage of pines and trees &amp; flowers</objectName>
            </p>
            <figure>
               <ab>[drawing of camp on river]</ab>
            </figure>
            <p>The <objectName type="nature">stately cypress</objectName>, made venerable by the gray-beards of Spanish moss – The
               <placeName cert="medium" key="Slocum Creek" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl079">creek
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="medium"/></placeName> is very deep. Oh it is a lovely place. But we waited long and wearily.
               The others have their <objectName type="equipment">tents</objectName> pitched, and our prospect seemed to be to roost on
               <objectName type="nature">trees</objectName> or spread on the <objectName type="nature">grass</objectName>. Just at dusk and we saw a <objectName type="vehicle">big flat</objectName> come
               floating up. Polled with long <objectName type="equipment">poles</objectName> – we had a great time unloading – everybody
               cross – sharpers looking out for <objectName type="equipment">boards</objectName> - men quarreling over their piles – for
               boards are considered the luxuries of the <placeName cert="high" key="Camp Union" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l11">camp
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>. The <objectName type="equipment">tents</objectName> were hastily pitched
               in the dark, &amp; we all took a good sleep. </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-05-31">Saturday 31</date>.
            </dateline>
            <p>We were roused early to get ready to march to <placeName cert="medium" key="Washington N.C" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl090">town
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="medium"/></placeName> to the review of our
               <orgName>division</orgName>. We went as far as the <placeName>48th Camp at the Bridge</placeName>, when it was <name type="weather">raining furiously</name> – we got word that the review was postponed until four o'clock. The
               rest trudged back and I went to <placeName cert="medium" key="Washington N.C" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl090">town
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="medium"/></placeName> with <persName type="real" cert="high" key="Capt. Mitchell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper132">Capt. Mitchell</persName>. He is a highly
               cultivated and talented man, &amp; I spent a very agreeable day. We went to see
               <persName key="Lt. Van Buren" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper135">Lt. Van Buren</persName> Military Sec of <persName key="Gov. Stanley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper134" cert="high" type="real">Gov Stanley</persName>. <persName cert="high" key="Gov. Stanley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper134" type="real">Stanley</persName> is a medium sized man with
               sandy gray hair, thin &amp; not very prepossessing in his looks. I returned
               with <persName key="Capt. Mitchell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper132">Capt. Mitchell</persName> to <orgName>51 N.Y.</orgName> Camp, &amp; met the <orgName>Reg't</orgName> in the afternoon when the
               review took place. <name type="weather">Hot and tiresome</name>. I met <persName type="real" cert="high" key="Capt. McChesney" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper120">Capt. McChesney</persName> who was wounded and
               just returned – it appears that 
               
               <fw>
                  <date when="1862-05-31">May 31</date>. continued</fw>
            </p>
            <p>
               <persName key="Capt. Mitchell" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper132">Capt. Mitchell</persName> had met <persName cert="high" key="Capt. McChesney" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper120" type="real">Capt. McChesney</persName> just after the
               battle, had rendered him some assistance and given him a <objectName type="drink">drink of whiskey</objectName> out
               of his <objectName type="drink">flask</objectName>. They had not met since - so we talked the whole battle over again
               and I think gleaned more of it from this intelligent talk than I knew of it
               before - &amp; could understand, because we were but a few hundred yards behind
               them. Then they found mutual acquaintances in New Jersey. We were reviewed by
               the <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Gov. Burnside</persName> and a very brilliant <orgName>staff</orgName>. There was no show, but everything
               looked uncommonly substantial and in good fighting order. Oh, what a <name type="weather">hot march home - everybody hot &amp; tired</name> - out of humor, and swearing enough to take
               out <objectName type="clothing">hats</objectName> off. </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-06-01">Sunday June 1</date>.
            </dateline>
            <p>We had a sermon from <persName cert="high" key="Charles Mallory" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper019" type="real">Mr. Mallory</persName> in a grove of <objectName type="nature">pines</objectName> and we lounged through the
               day - <name type="weather">it was excessively hot</name> - we put up the <objectName type="equipment">tent</objectName> sides and counted take every
               breath of air. The pleasant places have their annoyances - <objectName type="nature">wood ticks</objectName> abound -
               a <objectName type="nature">reddish brown bug</objectName>, about the size of a <objectName type="nature">bed bug</objectName>, which plugs its nipper into
               the flesh and cant be pulled out, you have to cut them off, leaving the nipper
               stuck in. there are <objectName type="nature">alligators</objectName> in the <placeName cert="medium" key="Slocum Creek" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl079">creek
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="medium"/></placeName> and these <placeName>cypress swamps</placeName>. Whew,
               what a nice time we’ll have. </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-06-02">Monday June 2</date>.
            </dateline>
            <p>The pay master came this morning and we were mostly engaged in receiving the
               <objectName type="equipment">greenbacks</objectName> and fixing up the <objectName type="equipment">tents</objectName>. I hear that <persName role="military" type="real" cert="high" key="A.F.C. Phillips" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper009">Phillips</persName> was taken up by the
               <orgName>pickets of the New Jersey 9</orgName>, but could not hear anything further of him.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-06-03">Tuesday 3</date>.
            </dateline>
            <p>We went to <placeName cert="medium" key="Washington N.C" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl090">town
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="medium"/></placeName>. We have a <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> and boats crew, and it is a pleasant ride down.
               We were fortunate in going today, by being enabled to see the review of the <orgName>1st division</orgName>. It was really splendid, the <orgName>pioneers</orgName> had <objectName type="clothing">leather or linen aprons</objectName> -
               the long train of <objectName type="equipment">artillery</objectName>, the savage, devilish looking <objectName type="equipment">marine battery</objectName>, drawn
               by <orgName>sailors</orgName> &amp; <orgName>the cavalry</orgName>.</p>
            
            <p>Made a spectacle such as I have never yet witnessed. In display it far exceeded
               ours - they are all <orgName>Yankee regiments</orgName> - <placeName>Massachusetts</placeName>. This then you know, they
               call us the fighting <orgName>division</orgName>
            </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-06-05">Tuesday 5th</date>.
            </dateline>
            <p>
               <name type="weather">Dark and lowering with some rain</name>. I went to <placeName cert="low" key="Yorktown, Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl096">town
                  <precision match="@ref" precision="low"/></placeName> having some business and anxious to have news, but had to return without hearing any. We did hear that <placeName cert="high" key="Washington N.C" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl090">Washington N.C
                     <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName> was burned, and that they commenced fighting at <placeName cert="high" key="Richmond, Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl075">Richmond
                        <precision match="@ref" precision="high"/></placeName>, but had to cease on account of the <name type="weather">rain</name>.
            </p>
         </div>

<div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-06-07">Thursday 7th.</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>Yesterday it was <name type="weather">raining</name>, and about <time>10 o’clock</time> I received an order to be at <placeName type="city" cert="high" key="New Berne" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl059">New Bern<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
            </placeName> at 12 o’clock to sit on a board of survey of foreign <placeName>stores</placeName>. I got a
               dug-out of <persName key="Grossonfer" type="soldier">Grossonfer</persName> &amp; took two of my men to row, - the <objectName type="equipment">oars</objectName> light &amp;
               the <objectName type="equipment">blocks</objectName> broken off - waves running high, and <name type="weather">wind</name> blowing strong southwest -
               we had a hard time getting down half of the way, we ran to shore and poled. <persName key="Wright" type="Lieutenant">Lt Wright</persName> &amp; <persName key="Goodridge" type="private">Goodridge</persName>
               <orgName type="military">57 N.Y.</orgName> were the other two. The latter was away North.
               We looked at the rotten <objectName type="equipment">hay</objectName> &amp; <objectName type="food">oats</objectName> and <orgName>adjutants</orgName> today. <persName key="Morris" type="Lieutenant ">Lt. Morris</persName> was
               substituted. The <objectName type="vehicle">schooner</objectName> had been chartered by the gov. of <persName>Dibble</persName> at <placeName type="city" key="New York" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl061">New York </placeName>               - he slipped in private stores, &amp; 40 bales of <objectName type="equipment">hay</objectName> were left on deck. She
               sprung a leak off <placeName type="city" cert="medium" key="Cape Hatteras" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnp0l13">Hatteras<precision match="@ref" precision="medium"/>
               </placeName> &amp; was near sinking - both <objectName type="equipment">hay</objectName> inside &amp;
               outside was damaged. We reported; however, that <persName>Dibble</persName> who had put the store in
               &amp; smuggled them into a <placeName>port</placeName> not open ought to be held liable at least for
               the 40 <objectName>bales</objectName> outside - for though they would have been damaged even if put in
               there, he ought to have put them inside &amp; it was a question whether by
               displacing the <objectName>forage</objectName> with other <objectName type="equipment">smuggled goods</objectName> would not make him liable for
               the whole. He is such a mean old curse, he ought to be caught up. It <name type="weather">rained</name>
               this <time>evening</time> and I had to walk up. This <time>morning</time> as we were going down the
               <orgName>guards</orgName> of the <orgName type="military">H com.</orgName> discharged their pieces, &amp; the <objectName>minces</objectName> with an angry
               [hing] came into the water all around us. Though we know what it was, it was a
               
               scared and mad party. Worse scared than in battle, &amp; we have then many a
               hearty imprecation. <persName key="Dick" type="private">Dick</persName> was so scared he was going to jump into the <placeName>Creek</placeName>. We
               got a <objectName type="readable">mail</objectName> from the <placeName>North</placeName> with news of the battle of <placeName type="Hanover" cert="high" key="Hanover, VA" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl125">Hanover<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName> <placeName>Court house</placeName> and
               <placeName>oak grove</placeName>, &amp; evacuation of <placeName type="city" cert="medium" key="Corinth, Mississippi" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl018">Corinth<precision match="@ref" precision="medium"/>
               </placeName>. Rec’d a <objectName type="readable">letter</objectName> from <persName>John</persName> of the 28th June.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-06-08">Sunday 8th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>I was officer of the day as usual on Sunday. It <name type="weather">rained</name> during the <time>night</time> and was
               <name type="weather">cool</name> and <name type="weather">pleasant</name> today. <persName key="Morris" type="private">Morris</persName> was here this <time>afternoon</time>. He told us that <persName key="Burnside" type="general">Gen. Burnside</persName> had gone to <placeName type="city" cert="high" key="Norfolk, Virginia" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl062">Norfolk<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName> <time>yesterday</time>, by the way of the <placeName type="city" key="Great Dismal Swamp" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl041">Dismal swamp</placeName> canal.
               Several of our <objectName type="vehicle">gun boats</objectName> have gone through and back. We had an elegant dinner —
               <objectName type="food"> roast pork</objectName> — <objectName type="food">boiled ham</objectName>
               <objectName type="food">tomatoes</objectName>, <objectName type="food">potatoes</objectName> &amp;c.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-06-09">Monday 9th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>The <time>day</time> was <name type="weather">dark</name> and lowering, and in the <time>evening</time> set in <name type="weather">rain</name> and <name type="weather">rained</name> all
               the <time>night</time>. We had a <orgName type="military">brigade</orgName> drill this <time>afternoon</time> at 4 o’clock down near the <orgName type="military">21 Mass</orgName> <placeName>camp</placeName>. The <orgName type="military">1st brigade</orgName> were drilling there too, and <persName key="Reno" type="general">Gen Reno</persName> was looking on
               &amp; reviewed us afterwards. Just after dinner <persName key="Lynch" type="general">Lynch</persName>
               <persName key="Hassenplug" type="captain">Hassenplug</persName> &amp; I went
               over to a <placeName key="plantation">plantation</placeName> across the <placeName>creek</placeName> for <name key="food">
                  <objectName>honey</objectName>
               </name> &amp; <name key="food">
                  <objectName>mutton</objectName>
               </name>. It was fun to see
               the <persName>n----</persName> destroying the “<objectName type="equipment">guns</objectName>” — a bunch of <objectName type="nature">bees</objectName> got in their <objectName type="equipment">wool</objectName>. This
               <placeName type="plantation">plantation</placeName> is immense and poverty stricken. We got a large <objectName type="readable">mail</objectName>. </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-06-10">Tuesday 10th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>Having <name type="weather">rained</name> all night, we had no drill— until <time>afternoon</time> we had <orgName type="military ">Regimental</orgName>
               drill. <persName key="Santo" type="lieutenant">Santo</persName> and <persName key="Bobst" type="private">Bobst</persName> returned from <placeName type="city" cert="high" key="Beaufort" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl005">Beaufort<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName>. They say that <persName key="Phillips" type="private">Phillips</persName> has not
               yet been found. They had heard a report of a man found floating without <objectName type="clothing">shoes</objectName>
               and <objectName type="clothing">stockings</objectName>, answering to his description and then again they heard that he
               had been taken on by the <orgName key="military">9th New Jersey</orgName> Pickets — but nothing definite. <persName key="Mitchell" type="captain">Capt. Mitchell</persName> &amp; <persName key="Simms" type="captain">Capt. Simms</persName>
               <orgName type="military">51st New York</orgName> were here to see me today.</p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-06-11">Wednesday 11th</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>This was a <name type="weather">pleasant</name> day. I went to town with <persName key="Aaron Smith" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper006">Smith</persName>
               <persName key="H. Co'y McCormick" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper153">McCormick</persName> &amp; <persName key="Peter Koser" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper067">Cozer</persName>. I met <persName key="Thomas Grier" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper076">Tom Grier</persName> &amp; read a read a <objectName type="readible">paper</objectName> of the 6th. There was nothing doing at all. Dined
               as <orgName type="military">the Union</orgName> &amp; got back to <placeName type="camp">camp</placeName> for <objectName type="clothing">dress</objectName> parade. I saw <persName key="Dr. Cutter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper124">Dr Cutter</persName> and told
               him how our men were used in regard to <objectName type="equipment">rations</objectName> at <placeName type="city" cert="high" key="Beaufort" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl005">Beaufort<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName>. He intimated he had
               no control &amp; that the party that were in there were at fault. I believe I
               will raise a row to <persName key="Gen. Jesse Reno" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper086">Gen. Reno</persName>. </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-06-12">Thursday 12</date>.</dateline>
            <p>
               <note anchored="true">Linn gives the wrong day of the week for the continuation of June 12 and
                  June 13</note> This morning I went down to the <orgName type="military">48th Penna</orgName>, to take their <objectName type="readible">affidavits</objectName> on their
               claims for back pay. I walked down &amp; back - about 4 miles in all — I dined
               with the <persName>Major</persName> — but they never so much as said “Thank You.” They never asked
               me whether I charged fees, or anything about it — never expressed any regret
               for my long walk in the broiling <objectName type="weather">sun</objectName> — it sort of astounded me. Afterwards they 
               
               <fw>Wed June 12 1862.</fw>
               treated me very cordially - but it was essentially dutch.
               <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley</persName> got quite indignant at it. While there I saw the first <objectName type="vehicle">Locamotive</objectName> come
               up from <placeName type="city" cert="high" key="Beaufort" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl005">Beaufort<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName>, and cross over the new <objectName type="equipment">bridge</objectName>. We all cheered it as it
               passed. At 3 o'clock we marched to the <orgName type="military">51st Camp</orgName> to <orgName type="military">Brigade</orgName> drill. <persName key="Col. Ferrero" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper169">Ferrero</persName> is a
               fine drill officer. <persName key="Foster" type="general">Gen Foster</persName> and <orgName>staff</orgName>, with <persName key="Edward Mauran" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper170">Gen Mauran</persName> Adjt. Gen of <placeName type="state" key="Rhode Island" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl105">Rhode Island</placeName> - who comes, I hear, to present the <objectName type="equipment">sword</objectName> voted to <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Gen. Burnside</persName>, by the
               <orgName type="government"> Legislature of Rhode Island</orgName> - and we had an impromptu review. In riding from
               the right to the front <persName key="John Foster" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper055">Gen Foster </persName>put his <objectName>horse</objectName> to his speed &amp; the little
               militia <persName>General</persName> was well put to - he looked as much scared as <persName>Gilpon</persName> &amp; his
               <objectName type="clothing">pants</objectName> crawled up to his crotch - &amp; he had to get off to have them pulled
               down. It goes easy to drill by <orgName type="military">brigade</orgName> but the awkwardness of it at first shows
               the necessity of men being drilled in masses. <persName key="Gen. David S. Stanley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper134">Gen. Stanley</persName> with <persName key="Lt. van Heusen" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper171">Lt. Van Heusen</persName>
               rode into <placeName>camp</placeName> this <time>evening</time> just as we returned, adn appeared pleased with this
               quiet beauty. Last night <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Beaver</persName> and I staid up until <time>one o'clock</time> to see the
               <name type="weather">Eclipse</name>. We watched it until the moon was wholly eclipsed &amp; then retired.
               It is a hard matter to stay up late. It goes hard with me. <persName key="Jacob G. Beaver" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper003">Lt Beaver</persName> is officer
               of the guard, and has to be up this evening or tonight. <persName key="George Shorkley" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper002">Shorkley</persName> has gone to
               town to a meeting of <orgName type="brotherhood">Masons</orgName>. I have made the <objectName>beds</objectName> &amp; spent the <time>evening</time>
               alone, as <persName key="Dick Coulter" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper025">Dick</persName> has skedaddled too. The moon is full and our <placeName>camp</placeName> is lovely.
            </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-06-13">Friday 13</date>.</dateline>
            <p>it was very <name type="weather">warm</name> toward <time>noon</time>, but in the <time>afternoon</time> <name type="weather">breeze</name> sprang up, as it
               generally does. This for <time>noon</time> we commenced drilling in the <objectName type="equipment">bayonet</objectName> exercise -
               This <time>afternoon</time> we had regimental, just after <objectName type="clothing">dress</objectName> parade we were greeted with
               a <objectName type="readible">mail</objectName> – I rec'd one <objectName type="readible">letter</objectName> of <persName key="John" type="brother">John</persName> of June 6th. Though it gets excessively <name type="weather">hot</name>
               at <time>noon</time>, I think that we will always have a <name type="weather">breeze</name> in the <time>afternoon</time>. I took off
               my <objectName type="clothing">leather collar</objectName> &amp; commenced wearing <objectName type="clothing">paper collars</objectName> – I think from that I
               caught a cold settled in my throat, which annoys me very much. I haven't felt
               anything like it since our march to <placeName type="city" cert="high" key="Camden" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl008">Camden<precision match="@ref" precision="high"/>
               </placeName>. It is singular how easy one catches
               cold in this climate. I never was bothered so in inclement <placeName type="state" key="Pennsylvania" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl067">Pennsylvania</placeName>. The
               warmer the climate the thicker the <objectName type="clothing">stockings</objectName> is the old Travelers rule. The
               <objectName type="nature">mosquitoes</objectName> bother us at <time>night</time> considerably now. </p>
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         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-06-21">June 21. Saturday 1862</date>. </dateline>
            <p>It was a <name type="weather">warm</name>
               <name type="weather">pleasant</name> day. <persName key="Lt Col Joshua K Sigfried" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper172">Lt Col Joshua K Sigfried</persName>
               <orgName type="military">48 P</orgName>. came here to make
               his <objectName type="readible">affidavit</objectName> for back pay a very pleasant gentlemanly man. There are many good
               things happen in <placeName>camp</placeName> that need the surroundings to fully appreciate.
               <persName key="Jacob Bachenheimer" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper173">Bachenheimer</persName> is a little fellow in my company, they call him a <orgName>Jew</orgName> - he is a
               printer by trade, and corresponded for a <placeName type="city" key="Scranton, PA" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl106">Scranton</placeName>
               <objectName type="readible">paper</objectName>. His bravery is rather
               doubtful as in our battles he always got tired and lagged. He is the butt of
               his mess &amp; they torment him about his <objectName type="readible">correspondence</objectName> especially - and about
               sketching his various scenes - which is especially pointed because he was never
               present. Today, some of his men came into his <objectName type="equipment">tent</objectName> and said, “<persName key="Jacob Bachenheimer" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper173">Bachenheimer</persName> made
               one mistake in his <objectName>sketch</objectName> of the review and <objectName type="equipment">sword</objectName> presentation. <persName>Bachy</persName>, as they
               call him, said nothing, but one of course asked What it was - Why he has
               sketched <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Gen Burnside</persName> with hair on his head. <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Gen Burnside</persName> is bald. We all have
               our hair cut very short, and some show very considerable baldness, as my own
               for instance, And the saying is, that one has his hair cut like <persName key="Ambrose Burnside" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper008">Gen Burnside</persName>.
               <persName key="Arnold" type="private"> George Arnold </persName>leader of our <orgName>Band</orgName> is full of fun. His imitation of the <orgName>Irish</orgName> is
               rich. He wears his mustache, about the size of a <objectName type="nature">calfs</objectName> tail, and makes a very
               odd appearance. He said he wore whiskers in <placeName type="city" key="Norristown" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_gazetteer.xml#linnpl107">Norristown</placeName>. An old fellow then, who
               loved to get off a good theory on others but didn’t on himself met him one day,
               says he <persName key="Arnold" type="private">George</persName> - get shaved - why - oh you're a good looking man but you look
               ridiculous you ought to have a clean face like me - come I’ll pay for a shave -
               well come along says <persName key="Arnold" type="private ">George</persName> - And as they were going along <persName key="Arnold" type="private">George</persName> asked him why
               he disliked his whiskers - Why, says the old fellow, you look so much like as
               if you had swallowed a jackass, and left the <objectName type="nature">tail</objectName> stick out. Well, says <persName key="Arnold" type="private">George</persName>,
               do you know what your clean shaved face looks like, No, what? Why you look as
               if you had swallowed a <objectName type="nature">tail</objectName> and left the jackass stick out. The old man stopped
               - thought while - Well I’ll treat <persName key="Arnold" type="private">George</persName>.</p>
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            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-06-22">Sunday 22</date>
            </dateline>
            <p>The day was exceedingly <name type="weather">hot</name> from about<time> ten o’clock</time> until <time>2</time> when the <name type="weather">breeze</name>
               sprang up. </p>
            
            <p>
               <persName key="Col. George Schall" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper175">Lt. George Shall</persName> returned <time>today</time>. <time>Yesterday</time> and <time>today</time> we were in receipt of
               large <objectName type="readible">mails</objectName>, my <objectName type="readible">letters</objectName> from <persName key="John Blair Linn" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper051">John</persName> running from the <date when="1862-06-06">6</date> to the 19th We have <objectName>papers</objectName>
               also of the 19th. <orgName type="company">Co A </orgName>had a special Inspection -<objectName> $5</objectName> to be given to one who had
               <objectName type="equipment">arms</objectName> and <objectName type="equipment">accoutrements</objectName> in the best condition: This was the Springfield <objectName type="equipment">rifles</objectName>.
               They were most admirably gotten up. </p>
         </div>
         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>
               <date when="1862-06-23">Monday 23</date>.</dateline>
            <p>We had <orgName type="military">Brigade</orgName> drill this <time>afternoon</time>. It was pleasant - <persName key="Col. Ferrero" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper169">Col. Ferrero</persName> had the
               <orgName type="music">bands</orgName> play at intervals of rest &amp; once all the <orgName type="music">bands</orgName> joined in playing Hail
               Columbia. <persName key="John Morris" cert="medium" ref="https://raw.githubusercontent.com/BucknellDSC/jmlinn/refs/heads/main/jmlinn_personography.xml#jmlper057">Morris</persName> was here this <time>evening</time> and told me he thought we could get a
               leave of absence <time>next week</time>.</p>
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<div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>Wednesda<date when="1862-06-24"/>y 24.</dateline>
            <p>I went to <placeName>New Bern</placeName> this morning with <persName>Lt. Kelly</persName> to get him a leave of absence.
               We went to <persName>Gen. Reno</persName> who told us that in the present state of affairs he had
               concluded to give no leaves of absence or furloughs that if affairs at <placeName>Richmond</placeName>
               turned out as they expected, in about two weeks they intended to give leaves of
               absence to one or perhaps two officers of each company. As I was going down
               town I met an officer of the 48th who said the his field and staff wished to
               make some affidavits before me: I said I would meet them at any time between
               that and four o’clock at the <placeName>Gaston House</placeName>. He fixed twelve. About that time he
               came in a <objectName type="transportation">bu<objectName/>ggy</objectName> with an invitation to dine with the Col. I refused to go and he
               then said they would come up to our camp tomorrow. They've got to come to me
               after this. Just after this there leapt of a <objectName>scho<objectName/>oner</objectName> <objectName type="transportation">Moses B</objectName> Something, came
               to me to make an affidavit to his log. He had been sent by <persName>Capt. Biggs</persName> out to
               our camp. I told him that I was as only Com. for <placeName>Pennsylvania</placeName> - but as if was
               for the Government to pay on - &amp; I’m the only civil personage in <placeName>North Carolina</placeName> I suppose it will answer. When I refused fees he appeared to be
               astonished, but I told him that so long as I was in the pay of the United
               States, I did not 
               
               <fw>June 24. 1862 cont. </fw> consider it right to make money off [torn] ... <persName>Em French</persName>'s whore-house has blown off [torn] ... There were a lot of officers
               there – she [torn] blackguarding them out of the <objectName type="building">windows</objectName> [torn] calling them
               damned Yankee sons of bitches &amp; came out onto the <objectName type="building">porc<objectName/>h</objectName> with a <objectName type="equipment">revolv<objectName/>er</objectName> –
               Fired three shots rapidly, shooting a handsome young officer who was standing
               quietly in the middle of the street, in the abdomen. The soldiers were
               gathering and about gutting the <objectName type="building">house</objectName> and preparing to hang <persName>Em French</persName> on the<objectName type="nature"> tr<objectName/>ee</objectName>, when <persName>Robert Marshall Col Kurtz</persName> arrived – arresting four whores – handsome
               girls – Marching them down the middle of the street to the jail, and toting the
               dozen officers off as witnesses. <persName>Fred Etweine</persName> said this: he is one of those
               fellows that is always about when anything was going on. <persName>John Kenedy</persName> &amp; <persName>Jim. Gibson</persName> are such characters. To be shot by a whore – the officers that were
               inside – one standing on the <objectName type="building">porch</objectName> with her – it's very disgraceful. <persName>Col. Kurtz</persName>
               in his wrath let out some forcible expressions about the way the house had been
               upheld. I met <persName>Sgt. Grassmine</persName>. He is a sort of detective in town. He told me he
               caught too small boatloads of <objectName type="food">salt</objectName> going across the <placeName>Neuse</placeName> into the rebels
               lines. It <name type="weather">rained</name> this evening. I talked to the old d---- who said he was 104
               years old. He looks very ancient. His <objectName type="body">hair</objectName> is not grizzled much, but his <objectName type="body">toe nails</objectName> &amp; <objectName type="body">finger nails</objectName> are scaly. I asked him whether he remembered the duel
               between <persName>Spaight</persName> and <persName>Stanley</persName> - he said he did well – the first fire <persName>Stanley</persName> was
               shot in the <objectName type="clothes">sleeve</objectName> of his <objectName type="clothes">coat</objectName>, and it came out his <objectName type="body">shoulder</objectName>. The second
               <persName>Stanley</persName> shot straight through the <objectName type="body">breast</objectName>. <persName>Spaight</persName> then wanted them to raise him
               up to fire a third time, but the second refused. He said the time was fixed and
               people went down from his county – 16 miles from <placeName>New Bern</placeName> to see the battle. He
               could not tell me where it took place. He said 
               
               on this place his son [?] [?]
               &amp; it was bought by <persName>Jim Niley</persName> who afterwards fell in a duel with some one I
               have forgotten who. He [torn] <persName>Jack Stanley</persName> fell dead in the <placeName>court House of Raleigh</placeName> as he was taking some oath. He always said he was going to swear to a
               lie. He was a short old bachelor <persName>Jack Stanley</persName> was - he never was nobody after
               that - he told him often that he was no man after that- he had often ferried
               <persName> Jack Stanley</persName> over the river to go to <placeName>Trenton</placeName> to court. He evidently meant that
               he was struck with paralysis - as he speaks of talking to him afterwards - as
               was the fact </p>
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            <dateline>Wednesd<date when="1862-06-25"/>ay 25.</dateline>
            <p>It was a <name type="weather">fine pleasant day</name>. The morning we spent at bayo<objectName type="equipment"/>net exercise - this
               afternoon Regimental drill. <persName>Col Nagle</persName> was here to make his affidavit for pay -
               he is an essential dutchman though fine looking and said to be a fine drill
               master. He has a queer high toned voice with a squawk to it- he pronounces
               rather oddly - speaking of some thing he said it was his “Karculation”. <persName>Capt Pollock</persName> was here – now a first Lieutenant – the commission <persName>Lt Col. Sigfried</persName>
               sent back was returned and the Capt and 1st Lieutenant resigning 3 days after
               he received a commission as 1st Lieutenant. <persName>Lt. Col. Sigfried</persName> refused to assign
               him to duty, but <persName>Col. Nagele</persName> took it in hand and assigned him. He talked of
               resigning, but I advised him not do it. There is a feeling because he as a
               corporal was promoted over the heads of sergeants. <persName>Vandine</persName> was announced as 1st
               sergeant &amp; <persName>Billy Allison</persName> as sergeant – corporal not filled. </p>
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            <dateline>Thursday<date when="1862-06-26"/> 26</dateline>
            <p>A <name type="weather">pleasant day – air stirring</name>. We had Brigade drill but as I was officer of the
               day I did not go. I was busy too preparing <objectName type="readables">applications</objectName> for our officers for
               backpay. Been reading <persName>Mackenzie</persName>'s life of Dr Magin. He reminds me very much of
               <persName> Dr Elder</persName> of <placeName>Philadelphia</placeName> [torn] except the Dr is not near so learned. </p>
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         <div type="entry">
            
            <dateline>Friday June 2<date when="1862-06-27"/>7. 1862.</dateline>
            <p>This was a <name type="weather">fine day</name> – <name type="weather">hot</name> however in the middle of it – yet giving us a breeze.
               Bayonet exercise as usual; and this afternoon, Regimental skirmish drill:
               deployed by wings, I was senior captain of the left wing and in command of it.
               We drilled by the <objectName type="equipment">bugle</objectName> - then <persName>Capt. Bell</persName> gave us a splendid exhibition of
               skirmish drill with bayonet exercise. The artillery were practicing at target
               and we were amused with the bursting of <objectName type="equipment">shells</objectName>. <persName>Beaver</persName> and <persName>Shorkley</persName> went to
               town. We got a <objectName type="packages">mail</objectName> that came by way of <placeName>Norfolk</placeName>. Old stuff, but some <objectName type="readables">papers</objectName> are
               as late as the 24th. We get our <objectName type="readables">letters</objectName> by way of <placeName>New York</placeName>. Rec'd a <objectName type="readables">paper</objectName>
               published by <persName>Orwig</persName> and <persName>Haus</persName> at <placeName>Mifflinburg</placeName> </p>
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            <dateline>Saturday <date when="1862-06-28"/>28.</dateline>
            <p>A <name type="weather">cloudy day of rain</name> this afternoon. <persName>Lt. Foster</persName> <orgName>Co. E</orgName> returned from home -
               brought me a <objectName type="readables">letter</objectName> from <persName>John</persName>. He came on the <placeName>Cossack</placeName> which brought us a large
               <objectName> mail</objectName>. I had a letter from <persName>Em Hayes</persName> and one from [?] &amp; <persName>Hummel</persName> acknowledging
               his <objectName type="readables">receipt</objectName> of the $60 we sent for the purpose of getting the <objectName>body</objectName> of <persName>Lanig</persName>
               home. <persName>Old Christ</persName> the sutler was very particular in weighing some <objectName type="food">cheese</objectName> for
               <persName> John Miller</persName> this evening. <persName>Miller</persName> told him he was as particular as old
               [Pehoch?]. How’s that. Why he would brush the flies’ feet when they came out
               the sugar box for fear they’d waste it. <persName>Charley Shriner</persName>, after whom the
               “Shriner guards” <orgName>Co. E</orgName> are called sent them a demi john of <objectName type="drink">whisky</objectName>, &amp; this
               evening, <orgName>Co. E</orgName> feels good on this <objectName type="equipment">glass</objectName> of <objectName type="grog">grog</objectName>. There seems to be preparations
               for a march. We are ordered to report our effective men for a sharp march - the
               reliant ones number 578, though I could report bare 30 rank &amp; file. We were
               ordered to have 60 rounds of <objectName type="equipment">ammunition</objectName> each. I think it is merely
               precautionary. We have pap<objectName type="readables"/>ers to the 25th,but they are bare of the news we wait
               for though they tell us of victory at <placeName>White River</placeName> &amp; its sad accident on the
               <placeName> Mound City</placeName>. Did not we know that the rebels lie so, we would fear a repulse at
               <placeName> James Island</placeName>. No. 6. We have sent all our sick to the hos<objectName type="building"/>pital. </p>
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            <dateline>Sunday 29.th June<date when="1862-06-29"/>. </dateline>
            <p>It was <name type="weather">warm</name> and we had a <name type="weather">shower</name> this evening. About noon the Colonel sent for the
               Commanders of Companies and read our orders - to be ready at 8 hours notice to
               march. 60 rounds of <objectName type="equipment">cartridge</objectName> &amp; 30,000 in the <objectName type="transportation">wagons</objectName> - 3 days provisions in
               <objectName type="equipment"> haversacks</objectName> - 4 on <objectName type="transportation">wagons</objectName> the latter only to be <objectName type="food">coffee</objectName>, <objectName type="food">hard bread</objectName>, and <objectName type="food">salt</objectName>. To
               take none but those are capable of doing and rapid marching: <objectName type="equipment">tents</objectName> to be left
               standing - guards to be of convalescents, who are to strike ten<objectName type="equipment"/>ts, and have
               them taken to town, to be put upon a <objectName type="transportation">schooner</objectName> to be designated. This about the
               substance - only officers are not to be allowed any transportation. They may
               have one <objectName type="transportation">packhorse</objectName> to regiment, but it is to be considered private property
               though allowed to go along in the <objectName type="transportation">train</objectName>. 4 camp <objectName type="equipment">kettles</objectName> &amp; 4 mess <objectName type="equipment">pans</objectName>
               allowed to a company &amp; 3 <objectName type="transportation">wagons</objectName> to a Regiment. This looks like a mysterious
               raid somewhere, and we have spent the day in various discussions - we know about as much about it as we always did - is probably a diversion in favor of
               <persName> McClellan</persName>. We had a sermon this evening by <persName>Mr. Mallory</persName> he standing before his
               <objectName type="equipment"> tent</objectName> and we seated on the <objectName type="nature">grass</objectName>. I noticed an unusually large attendance, which
               probably the prospects of a march effected. It put me in mind of <persName>Isaac Beck</persName>,
               one of my company, as he told the story himself, at the battle of <placeName>Camden</placeName>, in
               the midst of it, <objectName type="equipment">bullets</objectName> raining all around, he pulled out his <objectName type="equipment">handkerchief</objectName> to
               wipe the <objectName type="body">sweat</objectName> off his <objectName type="body">face</objectName>, &amp; jerked some <objectName type="equipment">cards</objectName> out, which fell on the
               ground. He looked at them awhile and thought it would be a bad thing if he were
               shot, and was found with the <objectName type="equipment">cards</objectName> in his <objectName type="clothes">jacket</objectName>, &amp; he was going to throw
               them away - when the thoughts struck him he had just paid the Sutler 50 cents for
               them &amp; he thought he would risk it a while yet anyhow - so he picked up
               those that fell on the ground. He told it in a funny dutch way. I remember at
               <placeName> Roanoke</placeName> we were among the last regiments that moved up, and the road was
               scattered full of <objectName type="equipment">cards</objectName>. <persName>Billy Allison</persName> remarked that we're getting
               conscientious - This was as we were going into the battle. I sort of hate this
               very rapid march, this <name type="weather">hot weather</name> - but as I have stood others pretty severe I
               know I can go through it. We were mustered as of tomorrow by the <persName>Col. Capt. Blair</persName>'s company has been sent for - their <objectName type="equipment">baggage</objectName> arrived this evening.</p>
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            <dateline><date when="1862-06-30">Monday 30</date></dateline>
            <p>We spent the day in preparation and <objectName type="equipment">target</objectName> shooting. We had a man <persName key="David Clark">David Clark</persName>,
               <orgName> North Co</orgName> transferred to us from the <orgName subtype="Union" type="military">22nd Md</orgName>. We have a common [?] from <persName>Peter Schmidt</persName>, one of our company - who came out on bayonet Drill - Darn it if <persName>Reno</persName>
               understand!</p>
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