[from the "War Journal" of George Hazen Dana, as he compiled it at a later date from war time diaries and letters]
Camp near Falmouth
Feb. 6th 1863.
. . . . Why! sleeping in the mud, and
waking up in the morning with one eye plastered
with that composition from rolling off one’s
blanket, is a ludicrous affair, after all, when it’s
over, and it gives one a hearty relish for the
comforts of a leaky tent, and a blaring fire,
both of which I have tonight. My paper is
[ In some parts of this letter, the writing is almost illeg-
ible, because of the rain drops which had blotted it.]
in the driest corner I can find, but the drops
come so thick, that I reckon I’ll give it up
till tomorrow, and retire beneath the folds of
my rubber blanket, under which my bed is
made, and as dry as toast too; and I’ve a blazing
fire; but it drips in too fast, so I must to bed,
and will finish tomorrow. I am going to
send this, though, as an answer to “why don’t
you write oftener?” I will write more to-
morrow, if it does not rain. Oh! dear, right
on my pen!
[transcript by Mary Roy Dawson Edwards]
MSS 5130
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