Bridgeport, Saturday, Dec. 12. A misty morning which broke into rain, which drizzled all day, enough to make it sun-less and disagreeable outside and chilly in tent for want of fire. Bead “Honest Abe’s” Message, which in my estimation is true and honest, every word. The old Democrats in camp would like to criticize, but can’t find much fault. It is hard to put away party prejudices. Small mail arrived, but none for me.
An Artilleryman’s Diary–Jenkin Lloyd Jones
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