Wednesday, July 13. — Heard accounts from Washington. Enemy shelled us from mortars during day. Day warm.
[Every evening the rebs would fire about a dozen mortar-shells at us, about dusk. We could see the lighted fuse going way up in the air, then stopping, and then coming down, and could tell pretty nearly where it was going to fall. Before their shells had reached the ground, our batteries would respond with an equal number, and return the compliment.]
