Chattanooga, Saturday, April 1. This is “All Fools Day” as I was very forcibly reminded this morning by a cutting “April Fool.” Many besides myself were victimized in camp.
But there was no April Fool about the morning detail, and I must come on. Nailed shakes on the stables till dinner. After dinner, stable detail was not called out, but left to police camp.
I staid indoors and wrote two letters which I ought to have done before, but could not find the time. Lieutenant Sweet’s house finished to-day and they have moved in. Rumors of leaving are already afloat, generally the case when once we become comfortably established. Good news and plenty of it.
