fine day, high wind but soft air -- Dr. Daily & I rode
up the lines & beyond to outer pickets -- on a high bluff thro.
woods saw whole 9th A. Corps -- called on 27th Regt. passed thro. deserted
farms & gardens -- beautiful country & rich land, home to a late
dinner -- Mr Hornblower writes that my letter was read to my Ch & that
I am now out of the question
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