Aug. 21—Threatened with jaundice. Take medicine.
Aug. 24—Dark and damp. One year ago today, my dear little Eddie was cold in death in parsonage in Smithville (Southport), North Carolina, and I was almost dead. I preached on “Samaritan.”
August 25. 1862—My birthday! Thirty years old! And yet how little knowledge I have acquired! How little grace! How little good have I done! God help me in time to come! Get marching orders at nine at night.
Aug. 26—Long hard march on our men.
Aug. 29—Called at C. H. and wrote to wife. Camped at Rapidan. I slept under a wagon.