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January 1, 1863 (evening).
A happy New Year to civilized people,--mere white folks.
Our festival has come and gone, with perfect success, and our good General has been altogether satisfied.
Last night the great fires were kept smouldering in the pit, and the beeves were cooked more or less, chiefly more,--during which time they had to be carefully watched, and the great spits turned by main force.
Happy were the merry fellows who were permitted to sit up all night, and watch the glimmering flames that threw a thousand fantastic shadows among the great gnarled oaks.
And such a chattering as I was sure to hear when.
ever I awoke that night!
My first greeting to-day was from one of the most stylish-sergeants, who approached me with the following little speech, evidently the result of some elaboration:--
“I tink myself happy, dis New Year's Day, for salute my own Cunnel.
Dis day las' year I was servant to a Cunnel ob Secesh; but now I hab de privilege for salute my own Cunnel.”
That officer, with the utmost sincerity, reciprocated the sentiment.
About ten o'clock the people began to collect by land; and also by water,--in steamers sent by General Saxton for the purpose; and from that time all the avenues of approach were thronged.
The multitude were chiefly colored women, with gay handkerchiefs on their heads, and a sprinkling of men, with that peculiarly respectable look which these people always have on Sundays and holidays.
There were many white visitors also,--ladies on horseback and in carriages, superintendents and teachers, officers, and cavalry-men.
Our companies were marched to the neighborhood of the platform, and allowed 