ne condition, nice and ripe. Several of us enjoyed a rare
treat, left many behind because we could not eat them all. Haywood of
our tent gone to the hospital quite sick. Just left home and is
downhearted.

Chattanooga, Tuesday, May 23. Hot day, feel very well. Morning papers
tell us the road is washed away, and no mail expected for two or three
days. We'll get all the more when it does come, I guess.

Chattanooga, Wednesday, May 24. On guard last night on post No. 3.
Battery went on brigade drill under Lieutenant Sweet, who is now in
command of the Battery. Hood is a citizen and preparing to go away.
Jenawein has received his first-lieutenant appointment, but refuses the
seniority. The sickness increasing very rapidly. Diarrhea prevalent.

Chattanooga, Thursday, May 25. Drilled two hours in battery drill, and
when we returned, received a large mail which was long looked for. I
received two which assured me that all was well.

After dinner M. U. Hungerford and myself procured a pass, and started
to visit the U. S. rolling mill about at mile and a half distant. On our
way we ascended Cameron Hill, an elevation about 400 feet above the
river. The river side being very steep, an interesting view is to be
seen from here. Three large steamships on this side, eight steamboats
lying up for repairs over on the docks. Beyond the river cultivated
fields look very beautiful. On these hills are three large reservoirs of
the Chattanooga water works into which the water is pumped by steam, and
carried by its own weight down into the town. Also a large magazine 200
feet long which will be used long after peace is established. On the
crown of the hill is a grim-looking war-dog, a 100-pounder Parrott
weighing 7,286 pounds, 6.4 inch caliber, maintained on wrought iron
carriage, manned by the 1st Minnesota Heavy Artillery. The guard
anxiously inquired if we were not ordered to relieve them so they could
go home. Poor fellows!

[Sidenote: 1865 One of Uncle Sam's Factories]

Now we descended the western slope, and soon found ourselves approaching
the center of attraction. The fires were down in most of the furnaces,
the workmen at work relining them, but the sight was an interesting one
to me, and we could easily trace the process clear through. Old bent-up
rails were cut into pieces by a mammoth pair of shears, bundled
together, thrown into the furnace, and rolled out into plates six inches
wide, half an inch thick. This was cut