September 17th. Pleasant morning. Detailed for picket duty. Located northeast of town, between the Harper’s Ferry Pike and the Shenandoah River, on the ground where old John Brown was hung in 1859. About noontime saw a company of cavalrymen come flying down the pike from Harper’s Ferry. Wondered what it meant. Later we learned that [...]
Saturday, 17th–The fight is all over and no one was hurt. The troops remained under arms all night to be in readiness for the rebels should they come across the river. Everything is quiet today.
17th. Saturday. Got officers to sign papers. Forges get back loaded.
SEPTEMBER 17TH.–Bright and dry. The demonstration of the enemy yesterday, on both sides of the river, was merely reconnoissances. Our pickets were driven in, but were soon re-established in their former positions. The Secretary of War is now reaping plaudits from his friends, who are permitted to bring flour enough from the Valley to subsist [...]
September, Saturday 17, 1864 Another cool day, spent very idly by all, playing cards most of the day—this evening Mary Lou, Mrs. James Young and I went in the Pond alone, Lou sitting on the bank looking on. Both my friends had gone out, I alone in, when a Company of Soldiers passed. I am [...]