rehouse stoop and
laid down between two infantry men in a space nine inches by five feet,
with my rubber over my head and slept.

[Sidenote: 1863 A Good Camp]

Glendale, Miss., Wednesday, Oct. 7. When next I opened my eyes it was
daylight and I felt thankful for it. I was cold and numb with a bad
headache. I got up, doubled up my poncho and found that I had escaped a
very heavy shower. The train stood on the east side of the town in a
deep cut. Fires were blazing all along the track, and I soon was by one.
Met my bedfellow Evie. He had slept down-town, but was wetter than I.
Had we known we were to stay here all night, we would have spread our
blankets and slept comfortably. The train backed up on the side track,
and I got some water and a handful of unground coffee, which I boiled.
We had soft bread drawn in Memphis, which made up my breakfast. It was 8
A. M. before we started out. The track was full of curves up and down.
Ran out seven miles and stopped at what is called Glendale. The only
building, a shed one story high, is graced with the name of "Saw and
Grist Mill". On the left hand side is the "Yates's Sharpshooters", and
1st Alabama Cavalry in neat barracks, encircled by a stockade. They have
been stationed here nearly a year. On the right are the newly erected
tents of the 7th Division and the part of our Battery having come
through last night were unloaded and waiting for us. The horses were
taken off, having been thirty hours without food and drink. Of course
they looked very bad. My team was taken off last night. The Battery was
taken into park by noon on a high knoll, but covered with oak brush.
Unhitched and watered. By that time the welcome sound of the bugle
called us to meat and coffee, and after dinner sufficient room was
grubbed out to stretch a picket-rope and tie our horses. Tents were
pitched in the thicket of oak and pine so that one could not see his
neighbor. Gathered pine twigs enough to make a fine bed and I laid down
to rest in this. A "lodge in some vast wilderness". A very pretty clear
brook runs close by under the hill with several beautiful springs.
Fences lay around so we have good wood and water. What more does a
soldier want?

Glendale, Thursday, Oct. 8. Cold night, but a beautiful day. As we have
no prospect of getting hay, we took our horses out to graze this
morning. Grazed in an old field on the road to Clear Creek where
government cattle are kept. The grass was dry and with