he veterans. It is not right,
I think. They came out first and have been the means of bringing about
this happy end, and they should be the first to receive the reward, I
think. We have been eating hard-tack for the last two days, and I find
myself suffering from the change. My system, weakened from living on
inadequate food, is not vigorous enough to digest it, hence the return
of diarrhea.

Chattanooga, Wednesday, May 10. Went out on battery drill this morning,
afterwards to water. When I reached camp felt quite unwell, bowels very
painful. Drilled at noon, heavy fever followed it.

Chattanooga, Thursday, May 11. Feel much better than yesterday
afternoon, although weak yet. Yesterday afternoon had a severe fever,
and my whole frame ached sorely. Ate no supper. Bathed in the evening
and perspired freely. Bowels are yet very sore, but fever is gone. Griff
made a cup of gruel for my breakfast. Did not go to sick call, hence on
duty, were it not for Goodwin's kindness. But I have no desire to be
subjected to the doctor's barbarous cure-all. Cantharides blister is his
universal remedy for everything. Drew soft bread to-day again, which is
a little better, and by doing all I can to help nature I expect to be
all right again. I have had only one of my accustomed spells, when my
system becomes prostrated by hard usage, but I have a wonderful
vitality, and it soon rallies again to its accustomed standard. I hope
to keep all right until I bid adieu to soldiering.

Chattanooga, Friday, May 12. We derive comfort around our camp stove
with a roaring fire this morning, but about noon it grew hot enough for
comfort. Feel better, but have no appetite for the coarse rations we
receive. No drill this morning. Lieutenant Sweet and several others gone
to Lookout mounted. Also five on foot, some out of the guard list,
which brings me on No. 1 post, third relief of guard to-night. I am not
fit to go on, but will try it, as none are excused save those who report
to the doctor. Ex-rebel Wofford surrendered 8000 men at Kingston, Ga.,
to-day to Brigadier General Judah. So it goes on.

Chattanooga, Saturday, May 13. Very pleasant night to stand guard. Sun
very hot to-day. No. 1 post is most exposed. Have to walk the beat with
military precision on the park. I am no worse, but feel better. Headache
has left me. Received a letter from home; wrote one to sister Jane. She
is now teaching school, a child when I left. Thus have I been stan