One of Co. D Shot himself through his shoulder accidentally.
There are a number of our boys who reported here today that were left in New York at the hospital.
John of Co. D was taken to the general hospital this afternoon.
Crandle died this morning with Lock Jaw. The deceased cut off two fingers but a few days since. The surgeon did not take proper care of them.
I am on picket today it has rained harder since the flood. It is very cold for this country. Am posted on an open plantation.
We have 4 hours Battalion Drill today.
There is Nothing on hand but everyday duty, and that is enough.
Sunday inspection Gen. Dudley marched our whole brigade about here for two or three hours. The weather is quite warm.
Today we are on picket again. We are very tired after lugging our dunnage all day yesterday, but yet we must go. [Dunnage: miscellaneous fagots, boughs, bamboos, odd mats or sails, or pieces of wood, laid in the bottom of the hold to keep the cargo of a ship out of the bilge water, or placed between the cargo of a ship to keep them steady]
The weather is very warm for this season of the year.
This morning one of our company came in camp from picket slightly wounded by a small Rifle Ball that came at him by an unseen foe.
I am on picket today. Our forage train went off and lines came in about Dusk loaded with Corn.
Another mail arrived here today from New York. I received one letter from Father.
It reminds me of going to school to look over our camp to see everybody writing.
I have spent nearly all of this day in writing and wrote 3 long letters: one to Father Wadsworth [Horace William Wadsworth, his wife's father, who would die later this year], one to Father McElroy [David McElroy] and one to Adrian [not a family name; a friend perhaps]
One of Co. G shot himself through the ankle. He has to have his leg amputated.
I am on Brigade guard today. We are having a lively Rain Storm.
Chaplain Wooden started for home this morning. Some contraband came in our lines this morning, fetched in 2 double barreled guns and a rebel sword.
Nothing of note today.
A Rebel Boat came down the river this morning under a flag of truce, for to exchange prisoners.
Today we signed the payrolls. When through with that, Dudly obliged the Regiment to go down to the bayou and Bathe there.
This day is set apart from military duty in order to celebrate Washington's Birthday. We have a greased pig race in a bag & men climbing a greased pole & a grand boat race & a salute of 32 guns fired from the gunboats.
Grand Review. After it is over we go on picket for the next 24 hours
Corporal Henry Baird died this morning at 8 o'clock. He was the thinnest man that mortal eyes were looked upon. Mail arrived again.
Corporal Bard's funeral took place this p.m. I was Detailed for one to fire a salute over his Remains. He was Buried in good style and his loss we feel Deeply in our Company.
The most interesting thing I have seen today was while we were in Battalion drill. Our Old Col. got angry at us and swore if he had a Double Barrelled gun he would Shoot every one of us.
Today after a terrible thunderstorm, the Old Essex was making her way up the River when her crew Discovered a torpedo in the walls fixed to her Dinghy.
Our Regt. mustered for pay again today. Everything appears Dismal around Camp, but we trust it will soon brighten up again. Here this month ends, we have nothing to give nor nothing to lend.
This has been a long and Dreary month. Our Duty has been very hard, and the health of the Regiment as a general thing has been very poor. Our Rations have not been as plenty nor near as good as they have been heretofore. But hoping to have it better the coming month; we will not find any fault with the past.