June 30, 1864 8 a.m.
There was a terrific fight on our right, commencing at 2 this morning and lasting until 3. I have not yet heard what it was.
Some deserters passed us this morning. I have lost just half the men I left Scottsboro with just two months ago, but what I have left, are every man ready to help. We have a good deal more than “cleared” ourselves. I had my canteen strap cut off by a bullet and a spent glancing ball struck my ankle.
