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Text for Page 056 [03-17-1862]

	The Jersey Cavalry � Camp Life
leading to Virginia�s capital, which was suggestive
enough of the civilization of the oldest settled slave state
in (or out of) the Union.      It lay for some hun-
dreds of yards, through the swampy bed of a little
stream, necessitating a good deal of plashing and
wading.        I found the troopers to be good, single-
hearted fellows, of farmer stock, generally disgust-
ed with the slovenly husbandry of the Old Dominion.
They all wanted the fighting to occur soon.        We
passed many picket shelters, composed of pine
boughs and looking like rough arbours.  By 3
P. M. we came in sight of two deserted Union
camps, consisting of rough log-huts on a muddy
hill side, beyond which lies our own.      Capt Kes-
ter and another reconnoisance party are just about
to start as we return and Surgeon Phillips
goes with them.  I share his tent and occupy his
stretcher at night.         Moreover I procure from
�Shones!� as the colonel calls his orderly (I
don�t think that Jones was his name) who attends
to my horse, a pair of heavy, dark blue cavalry
trousers, paying the modest price of $4 for
them, as mine had suffered beyond mending
from the two days riding.   Loafing, smoking,
chat and a sound nights rest ended the day.
  18.  Tuesday.   In tent, scribbling letter 
to the Tribune all day.  The Chaplain, Kag�
and Dayton about.      By 4 P. M. Wyndham               
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