Whitsunday, June 8.—This morning I went to church with my Missouri friend, Colonel W.’s assistant, and quite an amusing incident happened. I had seen and spoken to him a number of times, but did not know his name. We see so many persons here that it is impossible to remember their names. I recollected, while walking with this gentleman, that I was ignorant of his name, and asked him what it was. He laughed so heartily that. he could scarcely tell me. Surely these are strange times. We never think of requiring an introduction to a soldier, as we have perfect confidence in them. To be in our army is a passport. The men are all gentlemen—at least I have found them so thus far. The one I was then walking with was not an exception. His name is Curtis. He was a captain in Price’s Missouri State Guard, and was with it at the time it was captured. He is now with Colonel W., on General Price’s staff.
We called on Mr. Clute, who was glad to see me. He kindly inquired after Mrs. Ogden, and all the other ladies. I was introduced to Mrs. Clute, and she and I raised the tunes. The services were held under a large oak-tree, and the scene was quite romantic. Mr. C. preached an excellent sermon on the subject for the day.
