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	Camping with Berdan�s men.

[newspaper clipping continued]
they neglected to fence it, to his intended loss and
injury.  Their very overseers�hired at $300 a year
and their feed�treated the people like dogs, on the
testimony of not one or two, but every poor white I
have talked with.
  Said one to me, �They hate us worse kind,
Sir�worse than their niggers; and it�s mighty hard
work to git along, I tell you.  We never have no
money �cept a shil�n or two to buy a jug of comm�n
liquor.�  Then, concerning a rich neighbor, a viru-
lent Secessionist: �He�s a big man; says he�ll shoot
any Yankee as comes on his land.  He had a boy as
went down to Gloucester to see the sojers; well, the
doctor jest had him flogged nigh within an inch of
his life, and then sent him off up Richmond way.�
When I suggested that in the event of �the doctor�
exhibiting any of his feudal proclivities toward our
soldiers he would probably be flogged himself, my
informant absolutely seemed aghast at the impiety
of the presumption.
  A scrap of news.  Yesterday, two of our gunboats
and the steamer Seth Lowe, with part of Ayres�s
Battery on board, went up the Pamunkey for a dis-
tance of 25 miles, causing the firing and abandon-
ment of sundry Rebel small craft, among them two
steamers and a propeller.  Our vessels returned in
safety at dusk.
  The army is under marching orders for to-morrow.
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[Gunn�s diary continued]
			its colonel an invalid
			at Toler�s house, Cum-
			berland landing.    Hall
			and I were, however,
			received in friendly sort
			by Lieut-col Ripley,
			and stayed all night.
			During our morning�s 
			meanderings, in search
			of the Post-Office, we
			had found Edge; who
			was still faithful to the
Jersey Brigade and omniscient as ever.   Al-
ways behindhand, both in the march and in
scribbling, he sat under a tent with its
skirts raised all round for coolness � the
weather being intensely hot � and talked in-
sufferable rot about the position of the army
and Mc Clellan.
  18.  Sunday.   Off to the White House
and hither and thither, making miscellaneous
calls.      The sun broiling hot.     Back to-
wards evening to Ripley�s tent, where we
fed on unpleasant �canned� meats, a in
company with him, another officer, and a
selfish, silent odl dog of a chaplain, whom
I offended by mistaking him for a physician;
(being misled by his title of �Doctor) and               
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