ted by the soldier. Contrary to my expectations I received an
answer requesting a reply, which of course I complied with at some
length, giving personal description. And so here comes two sheets
to-day. I think she is a "Methodist sister" in the habit of itinerating
with her brother, a minister. She forgot to give her age,
notwithstanding I gave her mine, consequently I infer she is an old
maid. Not very highly accomplished in letter writing, but a good
composer and a fine use of language, and a vivid conception of the
beautiful. Seems to have received a very favorable impression of me. I
did not attempt it. I have revolutionized her ideas.

Chattanooga, Saturday, June 3. A hot day for drill in the morning. 1st
Division Cavalry Corps lying in camp near Mission Ridge. David Evans
went outside and brought in Johnny Evans, looking very fleshy and
healthy, natural as ever, but much larger. He staid with us all day.
Went home late in the evening. He has seen the elephant, although only
in for one year service. I think it has improved him, instilled some
wholesome ideas in his mind. Policed camp as usual. No orders for
mustering out any of us yet. Rations are very objectionable these days,
and cause much dissatisfaction as circumstances do not demand such
living. But it will not be long.

Chattanooga, Sunday, June 4. Inspection 8 A. M. after which Griffith
having a pass for three men to pass through the lines, D. J. D. and
myself started out. Went by the 1st Cavalry camp which was about three
miles down the valley, found Johnny and started forth along the ridge.
Found many ripe blackberries and had all we wanted of ripe cherries from
the "old man's" orchard. Then we climbed the memorable ridge and
followed the summit of Tunnel Hill. Then retraced our steps to camp.
Passed Charlie's artillery garden. Looks well, everything kept for the
benefit of the shoulder straps of the reserve, though. The privates for
whose benefit they claim to have started it, are forgotten. Left Johnny
at the picket post, he to his command and we to ours. Reached camp by 5
P. M. somewhat tired but well satisfied with the ramble of the day.
Cannot write to John, though. I am sorry.

Chattanooga, Monday, June 5. All well. No drill. Orders from Mendenhall
to graze from 9 A. M. till 5 P. M., an idea which is preposterous, as
the horses would scatter over the whole state if not held. J. G.
Simpson, officer of the day. His watch ran slow while in cam