30th. Wednesday. In camp on Rocky Creek, Spring River. Issued five days’ rations, preparatory to marching northward. Boys in good spirits. Wrote to Fred Allen. Saw Charlie in the morning. Read Will’s last journal, much better than his late ones. His discouragement about the late reverses. To be sure the present hour looks dark but I have faith in the future. The light will soon break. I have faith to believe that the North will yet be victorious over the South, right be victorious over wrong. I am sorry Will feels so. It looks like an apology for not enlisting. To fear defeat and yet not raise a hand looks faulty.
War Diary of Luman Harris Tenney.
29th. Wrote to Uncle Albert Harris.
28th. Mail came. Letter from home. Rather discouraging news. Adjutant Weeks slept with the Major. Such a time talking and carrying on.
27th. Sunday. Wrote home and read some in “Nathalie,” by Julia Kavanagh. Very good story.
26th. Wrote a letter to Fannie. Played chess with Sergeant Spencer.
25th. Started at 4 A. M. Marched 7 miles beyond Hudson’s Crossing. Met the third battalion.
24th. Marched at 3 A. M. Reveille at 2 A. M. Marched 12 miles. Encamped.
23rd. Visited the rich mansion of Louis Ross, brother of John. Splendid place. The destruction seemed terrible. Owned 160 slaves. Good piano. Marched 12 miles and camped at 11.
22nd. Read in “Guy Mannering.” Issued rations for eleven days. Horses got away. Looked all over the country until the next day at 4 P. M., when we marched.
21st. Rested and wrote some.
