May 3.—A very warm day. I am obliged to stop writing some letters, as I hear heavy cannonading; the sound makes me quite nervous; this is the first time that I have ever heard firing in battle. I suppose my brother is in it.
Seven o’clock P. M., and a number of wounded have just been brought in. There was a skirmish at the intrenchments. My brother is not hurt, or I should have known it by this time.
