May 11th.—Slept on floor; thought it a pretty hard bed, but guess we will have to get used to such. Took train at 2 A. M.; arrived at Knoxville, A. M. Went out to where some sick are staying in camp; drew guns, knapsacks, etc. Well, here comes trouble! Don’t think this concern will hold all my clothes, but howsomever, I will do the best I can. Reckon I will have to leave my box. Good-bye, boquets, etc. Guess I can’t carry you round on my back. What would they think if they knew I had thrown these away? but, dear me, and them, too, I can’t carry everything. Packed up at last; contents of my knapsack considerable, if not more; holds more than I thought.
(Note: picture is of an unidentified Confederate soldier.)
