Sunday night [13 October 1861]
Papa got a telegram last night from cousin Jack and one his morning from Bob Minor. The former did not plant his batteries on Thursday night, the weather was not propitious.
Cousin Bob placed his at eight hundred yards from the ship with no visible result. Papa says he should have gone closer. He is much disappointed at the failure.
One of Uncle Charley’s twins – Lewis Herndon – is very ill. They think he will die tonight. I went this evening to offer to sit up with him but was not needed.
Bless Will’s heart. He has stopped chewing tobacco because it was so disagreeable to me. He came up last night and said he had a present for me, and gave me the last piece he had.
We are in hourly dread of the summons to start on the Cuban expedition.
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