Thursday, May 26th.
The morning was rainy and disagreeable, and we spent the day building breast-works along the picket line. While so engaged some cavalry under command of Gen’l Wilson, as we were informed, passed out through our line, and 1 had the pleasure of a brief chat with my friend Capt. Jim McNair, whom I last saw at Culpepper, while his company was passing through my lines. He was fat as a porpoise and rode a big black horse which looked to be in as fine condition as its rider. We were relieved from picket at six o’clock P. M. and joining the Brigade, re-crossed the North Anna and in mud knee-deep marched back to Mt. Carmel Church, which we reached about one o’clock. It was utterly impossible to keep the men in line, and I had but sixteen of my company with me when we halted.
