In a clover-field.
and being unable to do better, we bivouacked
in the cloer, which was as wet with the heavy
dew as if it had been rained upon. Placing
my india-rubber overcoat beneath us � which
scantily accommodated two persons � and Hall�s
blanket over us, with my portmanteau for a pil-
low, there we lay, among the troopers and their
horses, the hoofs of one of the latter crushing my
hat during the night. Many of the men sat
in their saddles; for the camp fires of the enemy
were plainly discernible, on the hill at not half
a mile�s distance. A new company of our ca-
valry reinforced us towards morning.
Good fellows were these troopers generally, but
very savage about the death of one of their num-
ber in a recent skirmish at Slatersville.
The rebels, having taken him prisoner, had to re-
treat, when they put a musket or pistol to the
poor fellow�s head and blew out his brains.
This was told to his comrades by the Slaters-
ville people. The troopers � some of them � swore
they wouldn�t give quarter in future.
13. Tuesday. A wash in a little spring
crossing the road, and a breakfast on coffee
and crackers with the troopers. Anon to the
White House, and visiting my horse found the
poor beast�s condition worse than ever. So, bor-
rowing Hall�s, I left its temporary owner sketch-