Saturday, 12th—I played off on an old Georgian as Captain or with Captain’s uniform, got a buggy that a private could not have reached with a twenty foot pole. I and Oly Archer rode out in it to Mr. Ransom’s. Took Mr. Jackson along with us. We took supper and sit till bedtime. Time passed delightfully. Pleasant drive back to camp.
Diary of Ephraim Shelby Dodd
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