Atkinson�s house on the Pamunkey.
to it and there found it a wooden tenement,
rather superior to the common run of Virginia
houses; its owner an old-looking man of 66 very
much bothered by the soldiers, who were there.
Applying to him, we got permission to put up our
animals and to enter the house, where I got to
bed and stayed there all the rest of the day,
waking up occasionally to listen to the prattle
of poor old Atkinson, who proved a good type
of his class, the unlettered, uninformed Virginian
of the last generation. He was very much scared
at the soldiers, said that all his negroes had
run off except the women, children and an �old
man,� who was �only an expense.� Hall drew a
little, but the responsibility of attending to
our host�s garrulousness fell mostly on me.
14. Wednesday. A very wet day. Ill,
with burning headache and extreme pains in the
limbs. Hall off to post drawings at Mc Clel-
lan�s Headquarters, now at Cumberland
landing, returning from which he reported
the river alive with boats and steamers, the
country with the advancing army. He met Fred.
W. Cozzens of the �Sparrowgrass� papers there.
During Hall�s absence, I dined alone, meagerly
enough, with Atkinson. Afterwards, I was
lying on the bed, when their strode into the room
a strapping young fellow, 6 feet 4 inches in