for camp in another direction.
The shouting which we heard a mile away at first, still continued while
we were within hearing. Reached camp before 2 P. M. tired and very warm,
having walked at least fourteen miles, well pleased with our success at
berrying. Told our story of the revivalists in camp, which caused much
amusement. I shall always consider it as one of the greatest
psychological phenomena.

[Sidenote: 1865 Blackberries Once More]

Chattanooga, Friday, June 16. Rained heavy last night. Called out at 4
A. M. to harness up before breakfast. Out to drill immediately
afterwards. Captain Simpson put us through the maneuvers for the first
time, drilled us accurately with mechanical precision, but he is not
loud enough, will never make a good drill master, but will do. Feasted
on blackberry pie and sauce from yesterday's picking. On guard to-night.
Oh, dear!

Chattanooga, Saturday, June 17. Another battery drill this morning; did
not go out, being on post. Awful hot. My weekly letters from home have
ceased their coming, owing to their expectations of my arrival home.
This is making a bad matter worse. Two men received sick furloughs,
start to-morrow.

Chattanooga, Sunday, June 18. To-day has passed like a hundred others
which I have endeavored to note down in my diary. How can I find
anything to individualize this day from others, the same mechanical
duties, the same lazy nothing to do. The evening closes over us into
night quietly. The very atmosphere seems an earnest voice. Discussion is
not heard nor the merry laugh of the jester. The soldiers group together
under the arbor in front of the quarters, conversing in an undertone of
services rendered, hardships endured, and of brave comrades who are no
more. With a thoughtful sigh for home and friends I close the book.

Chattanooga, Monday, June 19. Grazing day. Started out 8 A. M., crossed
the ridge and way out to Chickamauga. Grazed horses on our way back.
Made a flank movement on a magnificent patch of dewberries and
blackberries. Ordered by our superior officer to "go in". We tied our
horses and fulfilled our orders to the letter. Those who had buckets,
filled them, those who didn't, did better, staid there an hour. I ate
long after berries had ceased to be a luxury. Reached camp 2 P. M. 20th
Indiana Battery Heavy Artillery turned their guns over to-day. Has the
good work begun?

Chattanooga, Tuesday, June 20. Drill early. Returned to get four