November 3 — To-day we were ordered to rejoin the battalion of horse artillery. This war business is full of mysterious — and to a high private in the rear rank — unaccountable movements. The horse artillery camp is only about three miles from where we were camped to-day, yet we started so late this evening that it will require two moves to reach it, for darkness overtook us before we moved a whole mile, and we stopped by the wayside and camped for the night, about half a mile north of the Botts house.
