Saturday, April 2nd.
This morning we found the ground covered with snow to the depth of about four inches and a snow storm still raging. Went over to my company camp and found everything in the most cheerless possible condition. The field officers of the regiment have their tents up, but find them little protection, though they strenuously endeavor to get up a little fire in two or three camp stoves which have been smuggled thus far, and whiskey is in great demand. As to the men, their condition is truly deplorable, and the sick list is very long this morning owing to the exposure and consequent suffering. Having ascertained that no new orders have been received, and that most of my own company are quartered with the 126th. I returned to Lieut. Lincoln’s tent and accepted the invitation of Capt. and Lieut. Munson of the 126th to spend the night with them. After I had turned in I was aroused by Capt. Platt of the 126th, who, personating a raw recruit who had enlisted with the promise of a Captain’s commission as soon as he had joined his regiment, was convulsing a party of officers in the hut, with the recital of his grievances in not getting the promised position. Capt. Platt is a perfect mimic, and would do credit to any stage as a first-class comedian.
