Sunday, 11th.—Wind blowing very cold from the north; two inches of snow and frozen over; slick as glass. Our line out in an open field; no timber near; cutting and hauling green elm wood. Our eyes nearly smoked out. “Go it slippers; boots are out ot fashion.” Some of the boys about bare-footed.
Robert M. Magill—Personal Reminiscences of a Confederate Soldier Boy.
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