Saturday, March 29.
To camp again. Snow-storm. Stayed at Mrs. Bright’s cottage Saturday night and drove up to camp on Sunday. Service in hospital tent, Dr. Miller, of the 16th, and Dr. Adams, of the 5th Maine, officiating. Communion–about thirty soldiers and several officers partaking. Heavy and continual thunder, with everything outside covered with snow–a singular combination of summer and winter, and rendering this interesting occasion still more strange and impressive.
Stopped Sunday night again at the Brights’, a clean and comfortable cottage at the head of Cameron Lane. All around us were the tents d’abri and other tents, and hundreds of men without any tents at all, bivouacking on the hills and in the fields and swamps everywhere; one cavalry regiment had arrived and their tents were pitched while we were out at the 16th. The camp fires at night were a new feature to me, and strangely did they loom up in the darkness, bringing to view groups of soldiers gathered round them;–hundreds of these fires in all directions.