"Saturday 6th. I forgot to say that just after it cleared up the moon shone very brightly & one could almost read by its light, but soon it began to grow dark & at first we were at a loss to conjecture the reason but soon discovered that an eclipse of the moon was in progress. It was total at 2 A.M. this morning, & remained so till 3 when it began to move off. Then I went to bed & so knew no more.
"This morning it is clear & cold. By a thermometer in camp it was 15° only, above zero. On again at 6 P.M. & found the little shelter we had had the night previous had been destroyed & though I built a fire, we would have frozen if it had not been for the next post where we went to get warm many times. There was a nice shelter there & a fire in it & so perfectly protected from the cold. I did not watch my beat for rebels, by any means." ~ Diary of Horace Barlow, 47, Co. C, 12th Regiment
"[I]f curiosity prompts you to call into our little mansion six feet square, the roofs of which come down to the ground, you would doubtless be invited to take a seat on the wood pile. ... We six live in this tent very finely-a good one it is, never leaking unless it rains furiously; three of us old school mates; four of us republicans, one an abolitionist and one a war democrat. So we never have occasion to quarrel, only differing a little as to the slowness of swiftness of Mr. Lincoln in beating the rebels; not caring whether he does it by white men, or niggers, or by both." ~ Lt. Edwin Palmer, 13th Regiment, The Second Brigade: or, Camp Life, By a Volunteer (1864)
"We are back again on our old camp ground, and where I hope we shall stay through the winter. It really seems like home here. Our movements to the front did not amount to much, as far as I can see, but I do not profess to know the object of it. ... By noon to-day the boys were all in, and at the time of noting this (five o'clock in the afternoon) the tents are all pitched. ... I do not think we shall move again this winter." ~ J. C. Williams, Corporal, Co. B, 14th Regiment, Life in Camp, 44, 46(1864)
"Saturday. A cold, stinging morning. Our regiment was reported in quarters to-day, and the regiment are feeling pretty gay about it." ~ Diary of Oliver A. Browne, Co. K, 15th Regiment.