The Signal Corps at Atkinsons.
height, in the uniform of the Signal corps.
He was a Lieutenant Butler, and I recognized
him as an officer whom Hall and I had ridden
and conversed with on Sunday morning, when
on our way to Cumberland Landing. Butler
questioned poor old Atkinson rather arbitrarily,
among other things demanding if he had any wine
in his house! He was the precursor of half
a dozen more lieutenants (the highest rank at-
tainable in the Signal Corps) among whom was
Jerome, of sword-capturing celebrity, on the
day of the Big Bethel reconnoisance. Talks
all round, from which it appeared that the
young fellows designed establishing a �signal
station there. A meal, bettered by the coffee of
the new comers. Out to see after animals. Wrote
a letter to the Tribune, when all the fellows
were abed upstairs; Hall sharing mine, as
15. Thursday. Negro boy making a
furnace of a fire, seemingly ten mintues after
I had dropped into unrefreshing sleep, disturb-
ed by harrassing dreams. Very moist prospect
out of doors, soon determining into another rainy
day. Wrote letters to Hannah, to my father
mother and to Haney. The Signal Corps all
proved very hearty fellows, especially Jerome.
He was an Alabamian by birth and had seen.