December 8. [Chattanooga] —More smoke. We have a grate in our room, but the chimney smokes so badly we find it impossible to have fire in it, and the weather is so cold I am fearful Mrs. W. will take sick again, and that I will share her fate. In despair, I went to see if Mrs. Brooks could not furnish me with a stove. She had none. There I met Mrs. General J. E. Johnston, who is stopping at Mrs. B.’s. She is a noble-looking woman, and has fine conversational powers. The general has gone to the front, and I am told is much pleased with the state of the army. He intends making his head-quarters here.
I then called on Mrs. Brewer, who gave me a very nice stove, for which she would take no money. Mrs. B. said, to give it was a pleasure, as it was for the hospital.
