By Cedar Mountain.
Our new sailcloth tents are being erected and finally once again our camp appears in regular order and cleanliness. Hoefer, I and Holbank are erecting our tent "Belltent" behind the camp.
The weather is cool and pleasant.
As I returned from washing myself and camp up the hill, a stray musketball whose firing from the distance could hardly be heard, came whistling close above and towards me. A hissing singing tone, just like the one of an insect, approached comparatively slowly with intensifying sound so that it appeared as if one could touch it. The shot came from the hill across from here, where the oxen from our regiment were shot. Soldiers with plundered items are brought in by our cavalry.
Strawmats, brooms, clothing, useful and useless items. They have to carry everything themselves.
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