Saturday, May 28th.
Started at 9 o’clock in the morning and marched all day, passing many attractive looking places, the plantation of John Carroll among others, and after making about twenty miles halted to boil coffee, but were ordered to cross the Pamunkey river, and did so at 5 o’clock at Old Ferry and camped on the heights beyond. During the day we came upon a Commissary, and those of us who could afford the luxury supplemented our usual and limited rations of hard-tack, brown sugar and coffee, with something equally bad but different in kind.
