Chattanooga, Tuesday, April 4. The morning Gazette gives nothing but a confirmation of yesterday’s news. The day is pleasant and men to work the engine of war are still being transported Knoxville-ward. Lee now will look for a green spot in a Confederate oasis in which to rest his weary limbs, I suppose. It aint East Tennessee, Sir.
This afternoon orders came to draw horses and we thought of marching ahead, but were withdrawn, military usage. Some in camp are already discussing when they will get home by virtue of the “end of the war”. One-year men think we will all be home by July. Some veterans think “New Year’s about the time.” I wish they could all go when I go, but there is much to do yet, ere harmony and peace can be restored, and the soldier must do it.
