Tuesday, October 1, 1861

Walked over to or three miles to the camp of the Second New Hampshire Regiment, I think, on Blagdensburg Road, to see a Smith A. Whitefield.  He looks as tough as a bear.  You ought to see the darkies; there are more of them than white men.  I saw the grave of a man that was shot because he ran from a sentinel.  The sentinel ordered him to halt and he turned to run and he shot him in the back of the neck and killed him.  The sentinels are obliged, when a man runs or won’t halt when ordered, to shoot him.
Went over the capitol.