March 5, 1863.
Am very weak yet. A little tires me out. A letter from Herman just a month old. Coon died last night, but we none of us knew it till we saw him carried out.
March 6, 1863.
Getting better fast, but can't write much yet.
March 7, 1863.
Was carried back into the house to-day and put among the convalescents. I must be getting well, but it is slow. Most all the time I was worst off Dr. Andrus let me have anything I wanted to eat, but then I couldn't eat it. Now I can eat, he has cut me down to nothing. What he allows me only makes me crazy for more.
March 8, 1863.
Had a wash and a shave and am tired out. The regiment has marching orders. Wish I was out of this to go with them.
March 9, 1863.
Gunboats are said to be going up the river every day. I wonder what's up.