Thursday, April 13, 1865

Morning cloudy  P.M. fair  It rained violently all night so the roads are horrible.  We have not a mouthful of anything to eat this morning and nothing in the Commissary.  We have been around where beef has been slaughtered and cleaned the tripes and boiled them to eat.  Also we have eaten raw corn and some have got a little fresh beef so we manage to keep alive.  I have written a letter to Mary and to the children but no mail has yet come though we look for it hourly.  I go to bed hungry enough but live in hopes of better times to come.

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