To the White House again.
lections, finding it wofully goody. This
day news of the occupation of Norfolk by
the Union troops reached us.
17. Saturday. Paid old Atkinson
(I think $5 each, in gold) said good bye
to the Signal Corps, then set off towards
the White House. The roads horrible,
the place as described in my letter overleaf.
Finding the colored blacksmith whom I had
left in charge of my horse, with promises
of ample payment, could he cure him, he
told me that he had been obliged to turn him
out of the stable, to make room for the officers
horses appertaining to Mc Clellan�s staff, but
that the animal was �somewheres around!
So we went to look for him amid the cavalry
horses, journeying from field to field, and
from camp to camp, but in vain. Not
much suprised or chagrined, I gave up
the search, and never saw the animal after-
wards. Visited Ayres� Battery and learnt
that Brigham had departed very unceremo-
niously for Fortress Monroe, having had
enough of soldiering (and being desirous of
seeing that his partner in the wharf-restau-
rant wasn�t taking dishonest advantage of
his absence � or wishing to overreach the man,
according to Wilkeson.) To Berdan�s Camp,