The brigade has finally halted long enough for me to become familiar with our present location. We are tenting here at Crenshaw's Farm, some few miles to the northeast of Orange Court House. We are told that the owner is the captain of a Virginia artillery battery bearing his name. As he is a fellow Confederate, we must endeavor not to do any lasting damage to his property. If any of his chickens should challenge our picket posts, we will have to do our duty.
We have had some time to effect some repairs to our uniforms, equipment and ourselves. We must make our best use of this time as we may resume without warning the pastime of Yankee-chasing so liked by our Jackson.
Crenshaw said that he had visited a friend in the Campbell Rifles and he told Crenshaw that he heard a conversation between two staff officers who said that they had heard that McClellan had left Virginia and was on transports heading this way to re-enforce Pope. Pope is supposed to be somewhere south of the Rappahannock. If the two of then unite, there will be some hard fighting to come. We may get pushed back to Richmond all over again. If that happens, we can count on Lee to turn things around like he did the last time.
Before we go marching anywhere, we will need many shoes.
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