Afternoon: One o'clock, General March
The huts are burned. We march not before two o'clock, then in the most awful rain and on most abominable roads. We have brooks and puddles like deep morass to wade through. The Lieutenant Colonel falls into the water up to his neck, others follow.
At six o'clock halt by Fairfax Courthouse.
Bivouac Fire:
In the meantime Nachtmann went to get the undercover of a tent and arrives with it at the right time. We erect tent.
Thunderstorm, Rain.
I change my stockings, take my shoes and trousers off which Nachtmann in the meantime launders.
I sleep nice and warm in my Buffalo hide.
Saturday 15, March to Fairfax.
It is related that on the day of our rest in Forest Cross, (Monday, Mach 10) where all the regiments helped themselves to the cows, calves, chickens and pigs, the Lieutenant Colonel from the Garibaldi Regiment.....one of his men, who in his presence shot and killed a cow, had him seized an tied to a tree, and with his own hands plucked out his moustache.
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