Monday, 8. — A cold morning, but a bright warm sun melts the snow on all the low ground. Lieutenant Smith says some of our prisoners at South Mountain heard my speech as we went into the fight. He says the colonel rode up, his eyes shining like a cat’s, [and said:] “Now boys, remember you are the Twenty-third, and give them hell. In these woods the Rebels don’t know but we are ten thousand; and if we fight, and when we charge yell, we are as good as ten thousand, by ——.”
WANTS.
A paymaster. Not paid since August and then only to June 30. A Sawmill — or lumber (ten thousand feet); none yet, except eighteen hundred feet and old drift, etc., etc. Window sash and nails. Mess stores at Charleston and Gallipolis; privilege to send.
