Thursday, June 2nd.
We were aroused at 4 A. M., and after taking our hard tack and coffee, moved off toward Cold Harbor. We passed many prisoners who were being taken to the rear, and learned that the Sixth Corps was nearly whipped yesterday when “Baldy” Smith with his Eighteenth Corps came to its assistance. Heavy firing was heard on the right to-day, but what the occasion was we did not know. Marched five miles and camped some little distance in the rear of the lines, but in plain sight and not far from the old house and the little building which covered its well at Cold Harbor. Shells and solid shot from artillery were constantly dropping about us, and while I lay in my shelter tent a little six pound conical shot, almost spent, came ricocheting along the ground and actually struck the canvas by my side and quietly rolled off.
