Before Vicksburg, Saturday, June 6. But little firing during the day. While watering horses I rode about two miles into the country, filled my haversack with ripe, juicy plums. Thought I’d like to take them home to Mary and have a shortcake.. But no—wait awhile. I’ll take them to camp and make some for supper, in hopes for something nicer in the future.

An Artilleryman’s Diary–Jenkin Lloyd Jones
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