August 20. Tuesday.–After marching three miles we stopped for water and to let the teams come up. One man reclining was accidentally shot by another hitting his foot against the hammer of a musket. Poor Carr received the ball in the heel of his shoe; it passed up his leg, grazing it merely, grazed his body and arm and shoulder, and left him without a serious wound! Fortunate. Reached Buckhannon about 3:30 P. M.–so sleepy; no rest or sleep the night before. Stopped at noon–got good bread and milk, honey and blackberry jam, and slept nearly an hour in a barn. Buckhannon a pretty place.
“…so sleepy; no rest or sleep the night before.”—Rutherford B. Hayes
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