Saturday, April 29, 1865

Morning rainy.  P.M. fair.  It rained quite hard nearly all night.Have spent the day working on Muster Rolls.  Worked pretty hard and got along finely.  A mail came this morning and I got one letter from Mary.  Our camps ground is thronged with all sorts of women, men and children trying to get a living by trading with the Yankees.  Some of them are very shrewd and drive sharp bargains and others are not so particular but all manage to live somehow.

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