Chattanooga, Thursday, April 20. A fine day. Spring is fast giving way to summer. The trees are clothed in full-grown vegetation, and towerng Lookout with its surrounding hills, that a little while ago were sear and brown, are now in living green.
Drilled an hour on the guns this morning, grazed all the afternoon. R. Grey returned yesterday from a furlough. Takes Griff’s place in the cook house, which relieves me from the care of his horses. On guard mount, guard in the evening instead of morning now.
