April 15th, 1864.
Lieutenant Sudborough expects a short leave of absence, in a few days, to visit his home, and is in great haste to get his business in shape. It is my duty, as it is my pleasure, to assist him. He has been very kind to me, and I feel under great obligations to him. He is senior officer, and has command of the company. Company books have not been posted since the first of January, for, in their marches and countermarches in Tennessee, they could not be carried. Accounts of clothing, camp and garrison equipage, etc., were kept on slips, and must now be transferred to the books; each man’s account separately posted, his signature obtained and witnessed for each time he has drawn clothing. Then there are morning reports, monthly reports, invoices, inventories and receipts without number, with copies of each transaction. At these I have been busy, almost without intermission, since I rejoined my company.
Our company numbers an aggregate of ninety-three men and officers—sixty-five present for duty, twenty-six absent on sick leave. The weather is—April, and nothing else. Lieutenant Sudborough leaves for Michigan tomorrow, where most of the officers now are. He leaves all company business in my care. I take possession of his tent in the morning.
