reach, together, kept me awake nearly all night. I am so tired of seeing only men, that I could go to the other extreme and become a nun with a good heart.
They invade my tent when I wish its privacy; and no doubt these lords of creation think nothing in the world is so agreeable to me as their delightful company.
Private Dodge, who was on his way home, called to see me, and I was glad to receive him. I have had a letter from my heart-sister—one who bears a closer relation to me than most sisters by blood. How I long to see her; I have so much to say which I can say to no one else.
It is still raining in dreary monotony, and the tattoo sounds, and I am off once more to bed. Oh this going to bed, and this getting up in the morning, to go over the same—same work! Why couldn't we finish up this going to bed, and getting up, as New England housekeepers do their house-cleaning—twice a year.
Getting up this morning I found my wood wet, and had an unpleasant task to kindle my fire. I am not feeling well, but I must go out to those who feel worse than I. They seem, all but one, in a fair way to recover. He is failing slowly, but fatally.
We have very changeable weather—now rain, now sun, and then hours when it does neither, and those are worse than all.
Another man shot for desertion within sound of
