March 9, 1863

A lovely spring day worthy of the “Sunny South.” Woke this morning to find the sun shining warm the birds singing and the air redolent of spring’s indescribable perfumes. Went over to 6th in the afternoon. Stopped with Bundy. Luitchell came in and sat awhile in the evening. Staid all night with Brandy. He’s sick with cold.

Diary of Henry Hastings Hunt [Henry Hastings Hunt Papers]


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