Huntsville, Friday, Jan. 15. Little rain last night and looks like more. Quite muddy and disagreeable. Another large mail received, among which was one for me from my aged father in his own handwriting and language; gave me much pleasure to peruse. Cousin Griffith quitted the officers’ mess this afternoon, and came in with us.
An Artilleryman’s Diary–Jenkin Lloyd Jones
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