Before was a marshy plain, looking
dreary enough in the light of the setting
sun, behind the Camp and Baton Rouge.
Talk with Col. Chickering, with our friend
the Chaplain, then back to our house
and dinner. Afterwards I went out with
Shaw to O�Gormans, whom we met
hard by, returning from a successful ar-
rest of the man in mistake for whom
he had collared me yesterday. He was
one Duvall, an ex-New York gambler,
accused of being a Confederate spy.
With him were also apprehended two others,
as possible accomplices, and a woman.
We went down to the Morning Light with
O�Gorman, in the hopes to get a bottle
of whiskey, in which we miserably failed,
and then returned to our house. Hills
was costive, I diarrheaish and we both
believed in whiskey as a restorative and
also on general principles. But whiskey-
less we went to bed, none of the four
knowing but that the long roll mightn�t