Huntsville, Saturday, April 23. Worked hard all the forenoon hauling the refuse from picket rope, but not to enrich the corn field as of old. Drew twenty-five good new horses direct from Nashville, nearly enough now. The weather was most disagreeable. Warm and sultry wind all day, driving the dust in blinding clouds, finding its way through the many cracks of my bachelor’s hall, settling in thick layers of clean dust upon bed, desk and everything, the dust filling my eyes, etc. Awful!
An Artilleryman’s Diary–Jenkin Lloyd Jones
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