He was living like ourselves--on parched corn.
We continued to fortify and build breastworks at Chattanooga.

It was the same drudge, drudge day by day.

Occasionally a Sunday would come; but when it did come, there came inspection of arms, knapsacks and cartridge-boxes.

Every soldier had to have his gun rubbed up as bright as a new silver dollar.

W.A.Hughes had the brightest gun in the army, and always called it "Florence Fleming." The private soldier had to have on clean clothes, and if he had lost any cartridges he was charged twenty-five cents each, and had to stand extra duty for every cartridge lost.