May 5th.
We left Rappahannock Station at 7 o’clock and crossed the Rapidan at 1 p. m. This is our “Rubicon,” or so I can but consider it, and Grant is our Caesar. Sharp cannonading could be heard in the distance. We kept on three miles further and stopped for coffee. We heard firing in our front, which grew fainter and fainter until at 5 o’clock it has ceased altogether.
