edily seized by the mail-hungry Badgers. I received
three good letters from home. After dinner took out horses and brought
in fresh supply of berries. Found another big batch of mail for us. Two
were for me. Our back mail is all up now and all are satisfied. What a
manifest difference is to be seen to-night compared with last night. All
is life and hilarity, songs sung, jokes cracked till late in the night.

Kingston, Wednesday, July 6. Up early, groomed my team before roll call.
Drew forage for them this morning, first time for two days. 8 A. M. went
to graze in an oat field. Heavy crop all headed. It seems almost wicked
to allow animals to destroy it, but it was sowed for Confederate
purposes and the owner is with the fleeing "Johnnies". Every shady nook,
stump and stone occupied by somebody. Writing to-day, answered the heap
received yesterday. The guns put in position on the works. Harness racks
erected, brush shade put over caisson and racks. Everything indicates
that we are to stay for awhile.

Kingston, Thursday, July 7. The day was exceedingly warm. Grazed only
once to-day. Drew rations. No sugar to be had. Just the time we need it
with blackberries. Waiting all day for train from North. Rebels took a
train last night near Dalton and mail. Afraid they got my letter. The
citizen that led the guerrillas in (for they are nothing else) was
unceremoniously hung by the citizens of the place. Camp is full of
rumors. Atlanta is taken several times during each day. One thing is
certain, they are dogged. From Kenesaw Mountain train after train of
prisoners go to the rear.

Kingston, Friday, July 8. Went to graze in a different direction this
morning, being warned by citizen that guerrillas were prowling around to
pick up our horses where we went before. Disappointed when I returned in
not finding any mail. Day was very, very hot. Camp is in just the place
for such weather, cool air always. Took a walk to town in the evening
with D. Evans. Talked with prisoners.

Kingston, Saturday, July 9. Drew sugar last night, as could be known by
the large number anxious to ride out grazing so as to get berries. E. W.
E. went out with us. Picked two gallons. No mail or news.

Kingston, Sunday, July 10. Company inspection at 6 A. M. Grazed 7 A. M.
Met wagon train moving in, they had had pleasant journey. Returned to
camp by 10:30 A. M. with our dishes full of the rich blackberries. They
are our staple diet. Hard-tack and "