Tuesday night, June 17, 1862
Many troops arrived yesterday, and others to- day.
I have no idea how many are now in this vicin-
ity. Whiting's Brigade and others are encamped at
Poage's, on the Harrisonburg road, there are large en-
campments on the hills to the left of the Middle-
brook road, near the Railroad, and a small one
on the hill in front of Frazier's house (Oaken-
wold) There is a Texas Brigade here to which
the Staunton Artillery is now attached. This com-
pany is located in the flat near the site of the
old Freight Depot. The Soldiers are constantly going from
house to house, applying for something to eat —
they threaten us with famine, and to- night I was
obliged to refuse a request for supper, lodging and
breakfast for five! The commissary is well enough
supplied, but the men like something better than
camp fare, when they can get it. The more respec
table soldiers, being less forward than others, fare worse,
I presume. Arthur Spitzer, who is in the Staunton
Artillery, has been up to see us several times. He ap-
plied to me to lend him $18, and I gave him an or-
der to Blackley for the amount. The enemy are said
to be about Mt. Jackson, Shenandoah Co. It was report-
ed to-day that they had driven our pickets back to
Harrisonburg. For two days past I have been quite
unwell — was too sick last night to write a line —
this morning we received a Richmond mail — the first since Wed-
nesday or Thursday. The enemy have Memphis. Stuart
performed a daring exploit near Richmond last week.
The whole country is ringing with the name of Jackson,
or "Stonewall," as he is called. I cannot tell how our
cause comes on. No indications of a close of the war.
Our people, however, seem determined to hold on.
[transcription by the Valley of the Shadow project]
MSS 38-258
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