uch to-day but read _State Journal_ received
from home. Griff has gone to cooking instead of Bob Grey. Sorry for it,
I fear he will work himself sick again. Five trains passed to-day loaded
with from twenty to thirty ambulances apiece, each one with the triangle
of the 4th Corps painted on its side. They go to Knoxville and look
ominous.

Chattanooga, Sunday, March 26. A pretty spring day. On guard as
supernumerary. Had preaching by one of the Christian Commission agents,
10 A. M. Wrote letters in the afternoon but received none. I think I
feel a little lonesome to-night.

Chattanooga, Monday, March 27. Two men took sick on guard last night, so
I had to stand four hours. Our sick list is increasing a little, three
men off duty from sore eyes. Fixed up our bunks in the forenoon, in the
afternoon was detailed "daubing." We moved into our new home after
supper. Six bunks put up each end of the house, which is 12 x 18 ft.,
but there are but fourteen in ours yet. Bunks made of shakes, no boards
given us. Griff and I occupy the middle berth.

Chattanooga, Tuesday, March 28. Last night when darkness spread her
protecting veil over us, Griff, D. Evans and myself started out and
appropriated some of Uncle Sam's lumber for Uncle Sam's benefit, or at
least his boys. Returned with enough to make our bunks. Makes no
difference where we got them. Cloudy and rained a little this forenoon.
On duty all day with Sergeant Goodwin covering stables. Somewhat tired.
Have caught a bad cold, mouth and throat sore. Sergeant James and Van
Brocklin taken sick very sudden about 4 P. M. James will not live long
if no change takes place.

Chattanooga, Wednesday, March 29. Rained last night. Feel no better with
my cold. Sergeant James some better this morning. All the men not on
duty ordered out to police the country round. Was out with the crowd in
the forenoon. Cleared and leveled off the ground in our front, forty
rods around. This afternoon detailed with the house builders, put up the
logs for Captain's house. Rained heavy toward evening. Houses shed rain
well.

Chattanooga, Thursday, March 30. No rest for the wicked, for the present
at least. Was on the inevitable detail as usual working on Captain's
house. I and another man sawed out the door hole and corner blocks in
the forenoon, roofed it and fixed ready to move into it in the
afternoon. Rained till I was wet through before quitting time. Feel
tired and somewhat sick from my