As I lay awake I could not help thinking how anxious you would feel if you had known where I was.
"So closed the first day.
"The next dawned warm and pleasant.

In the quiet of the morning it seemed hard to believe that we were on the eve of a bloody struggle.
Discipline was not very strictly maintained.

Some of our number left the ranks and ransacked the houses, more from curiosity than the desire to pillage.
"I went down to the bank of the river, and took a look at the bridge which it had cost us so much trouble to throw across.

It bore frequent marks of the firing of the day previous.
"At one place I came across an old negro, whose white head and wrinkled face indicated an advanced age.

Clinging to him were two children, of perhaps four and six years of age, who had been crying.
"'Don't cry, honey,' I heard him say soothingly, wiping the tears from the cheeks of the youngest with a coarse cotton handkerchief.
"'I want mama,' said the child piteously.
"A sad expression came over the old black's face.
"'What is the matter ?' I asked, advancing toward him.
"'She is crying for her mother,' he said.
"'Is she dead ?' "'Yes, sir; she'd been ailing for a long time, and the guns of yesterday hastened her death.' "'Where did you live ?' "'In that house yonder, sir.' "'Didn't you feel afraid when we fired on the town ?' "'We were all in the cellar, sir.