Huntsville, Sunday, May 15. Quiet, tranquil Sabbath day. For once I was not on guard Sunday, so I attended Sabbath school at; 9 A. M. A very interesting class, with the soldiers taught by an intelligent Northern man connected with the quartermaster’s department. Waited till sermon, 10:30 A. M. Listened to a miserable, inconsistent discourse from an itinerant Methodist preacher, a violent rebel apparently at that. In the evening took a stroll through the town to admire the beautiful blooming grounds and yards. Visited the Calhoun yard, where the pest house is now kept. Saw specimens of that vegetable curiosity called the “century plant”, about four feet high, with large fluffy leaves like petals, with little sign of life.
An Artilleryman’s Diary–Jenkin Lloyd Jones
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