Thursday, March 31st.
Still in camp near Brandy Station and still no intimation of what is to become of us. But two incidents worthy of note occurred to-day. The first was the spectacle presented by the Commander of Co. H, who might have been seen passing down the company street with a loaf of soft bread in one hand and a piece of raw salt pork in the other, dining as he went, and here I will honestly record the fact, though I know I am kicking against the pricks of public prejudice, that of all the sumptuous dinners which I have done or which have done me, I hold none in more pleasing remembrance than the one above spoken of, composed of army bread, raw pork and a good appetite. The other noticeable fact was the Dress Parade, the first since we left Washington, and which passed off very creditably considering all the circumstances.
