Today is cold and stormy.  The city of Annapolis, like that of Baltimore, has the appearance of a very old one.  The buildings are mostly of wood and are fast decaying.  The streets are narrow, crooked, and dirty.

We left Washington about 9 o’clock A.M. for Annapolis, where we arrived at sundown today.  After leaving Washington, we went back to Annapolis Junction and branched off there to Annapolis itself.  Just on the outskirts of the city we passed through a gate and encamped in a field well grown over with weeds and burrs.
We were brigaded here with the Sixth and Seventh Connecticut and Ninth Maine Regiments and under command of Brigadier General H.G. Wright.

From October 3 to October 8 was in camp at Washington.  During this week I visited fortifications around Washington.  While here there was a little trouble in Company G.  That Company had some rather rough, ill-behaved set of men.  The cooks of the company were much annoyed by constant complaints among the men regarding their food and by their repeated visits to the cook-house.  They declared that the next intruder should suffer.  It happened to be an old man named Beede.  He was an inoffensive, harmless creature, with a stammer in his speech, and for these reasons he was the butt of the company.  Some words passed between him and the younger of the two cooks, and it ended in the young fellow seizing a stick and knocking the old man down.  He was thought to be dead at first and the culprit was sent to the guardhouse.  The old man, however, recovered and his assailant was subsequently released, with no further punishment.

Today we went into camp about a mile from the capitol, and in full view of the city.  We were in a nice green field near the road.
I am on guard today.  Wrote to Sue while sitting on the bank of the road that goes into the city.  I had the pleasure of viewing a company of horses that were taken in a fight day before yesterday. They just went by where I am writing, to water.  They were driven up through here yesterday in a drove.  I go on guard two hours and off four, for twenty-four hours.  I have been all over the capitol.  I have not seen “Honest Old Abe” yet.  I don’t knoew whether we shall stop here long or not.  The talk now is that we are going down the coast, as we expected in the first place, but we cannot tell.  It is beginning to rain out here, but we are moving in to our ten, where we shall be comfortable until we have to go on guard.

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.