leasant drill with the Battery
this morning. No mail, but much grape-vine news via "picket rope line",
but we have not started for home yet. Drew the "last" forage for the
10th time. Drilled an hour and a half over some dismantled pieces.
Bathed in the Tennessee in the evening.

Chattanooga, Thursday, June 1. This day is appointed by the President of
the United States as a day of mourning for our honored Lincoln. All
business stopped in town. Nothing only heavy duty to be done in camp,
consequently we had little to do.

After dinner, hearing that Wilson's Cavalry were moving through town, I
obtained permission to leave camp. Being anxious to see the 1st
Wisconsin Cavalry and find Johnny Evans if possible. Reached there as
the 2nd Division was moving up Market Street. They presented a rich
scene for _Harper's Illustrated_, nearly the whole company were astride
mules of all sizes and descriptions, the men having but a small portion
of the blue on. Anyone would take them for the Confederate States Army.
The majority dressed throughout in coarse dirty grey, and often a pair
of faded shoulder straps could be seen resting on the shoulders of one
in rebel grey and gilt. Then came the negroes, pack mules, carrying
anything from a frying pan to a condemned ordnance. Vehicles of
chivalric origin drawn by horseflesh, minus the flesh, in silver-mounted
harness, and driven by the veritable "peculiar institutions", for whom
our Southern brethren buckled on their armor. It needed but Jeff in
crinoline bringing up the rear, to show the last of the said chivalry.
McCook's Division in which is 1st Wisconsin Cavalry was behind. After
waiting long I found that they were not coming in to-night so I started
home, but not until hearing from one of his comrades that Johnny was all
right and well.

To-night I am on another eight hours tread, not to break the rebellion,
but my time of serving.

[Sidenote: 1865 A Christian Commission Flirtation]

Chattanooga, Friday, June 2. Friday morning drilled with Battery for two
hours. Very hot indeed. Big mail came in. I received three letters, one
of them from Miss Sue J. B. of Ohio, of which I must write before it
gets later. About a month ago I obtained a _Ladies' Repository_ with
some other magazines from the Christian Commission, on which was written
a note with the above address annexed. Thought it no more than justice
to thank the donor, and assure her that their efforts were duly
apprecia