Cincinnati, Ohio, August 12th, 1863.
We arrived here at 9:30 this morning. My day’s work is, at last, completed, at 9 p. m. This has been a busy day. In fact, I have not been idle or had much rest, by day or night, since July fourth, and yet I am fresh and vigorous as in days of old.. The sick and wounded all removed—the worst cases to the General Hospital in this city, the convalescents to Camp Denison, eighteen miles out, while a few return to their regiments.
The Seventeenth passed through here today, and is now in camp near Covington, on the opposite bank of the river. I expect to join them in the morning, and look for a handful of letters.
People call the weather here very hot, but it is not Mississippi heat, and I enjoy it. The mornings and evenings are delightfully cool, while there it is constant, relentless heat both day and night. Here a coat is comfortable in the morning—there one needs no cover day or night.
