[from the diary of Jesse Calvin Spaulding, Co. F., 25th Massachusetts]
Thursday
Dec 18
I slept very well last night as I
was so tired, and we started about
eight this morning. I was almost as black as a
negro from smoke and dirt and we had a good
deal of sport about our looks. Our rations are
very short and we have eaten dry corn and raw
sweet potatoes. To-night we have been rushing it
a great rate. We were told abut dark that we
were soon to encamp, but as we went along the
boys carrying bundles of stalks on their bayonets
we kept rushing till about midnight and it
was rumored that Beauregard was going to try and
cut us off. My feet were so sore I could hardly
move, but I finally reached the camp and ate
a little piece of very tough beef warmed a little
and all dirt, and a little hard tack, and I went
up to see Frank Nourse a few minutes. It is
very cold and no wood to be had hardly.
MSS 11293
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