The pipe, by the way, gives an odd look to a well-dressed young girl on Sunday, but one often sees that spectacle.

The passion for tobacco among our men continues quite absorbing, and I have piteous appeals for some arrangement by which they can buy it on credit, as we have yet no sutler.

Their imploring, "Cunnel, we can't _lib_ widout it, Sah," goes to my heart; and as they cannot read, I cannot even have the melancholy satisfaction of supplying them with the excellent anti-tobacco tracts of Mr.Trask.
December 19.
Last night the water froze in the adjutant's tent, but not in mine.
To-day has been mild and beautiful.

The blacks say they do not feel the cold so much as the white officers do, and perhaps it is so, though their health evidently suffers more from dampness.

On the other hand, while drilling on very warm days, they have seemed to suffer more from the heat than their officers.