Slept finely last night although it rained, of which however I was not aware until this morning. Brother was on guard last night and this morning is a little unwell. Hard at work this morning throwing up breastworks along the creek bank[.] Expecting an attack all the while and we are preparing for it. We do not expect to leave here without a fight. We have orders from Genl Beauregard to prevent a crossing of the enemy at all and every hazard. He says our stand at Farrs Cross Roads was worth seventy five thousand dollars to our side, for it was a perfect ruse, the enemy thinking we had nothing to fall back upon, and was the cause of our victory. The weather is quite warm today, but we got along very well with our work, as we are divided into platoons and work alternately, so that it is comparatively easy upon us. We finished as we thought, about dinner time, and a good work it is, certainly bullet proof, as we have rock and railroad iron in it, we are now ready for the enemy. After finishing work we fell afoul our fat meat and crackers and eat as none but hungry men do. Did not enjoy my dinner as much as I wished to, for some thief stole my tin cup, after I had strapped it neatly to my canteen and thought it all safe. I am sorry to know that there are rogues in our regiment. After dinner the boys all stretched themselves out upon the ground for a nap, but soon we heard them calling out for the men to fall in to go to work again. Some were already asleep and when the order came, they got lazily up rubbing their eyes and cursing the yankees and their luck. There is no use swearing about work for we have it to do, and the sooner we do it the better for us. We worked till night and made the works doubly as strong as they were before dinner. Do not think the Yankees could shoot a cannon ball through them now. The Yankees have been burying their dead all day. Nine hundred and fifty of them are missing, and a large number wounded. There are however so many reports in circulation, that it is hard to get the truth of any thing. It is now reported that we will have to advance upon the enemy tomorrow. How true it is no one knows but the officers. I do not mean our officers, for they do not know any more than the privates, some of them not so much. Capt Hobson is unwell today, and has been lying under the shade of a tree all day. It is amusing to see us cooking our meals down here on the creek, we however enjoy it as well as if we were in camp.
Source – G. Ward Hubbs, ed. Voices from Company D, pp 21-22