This has been quite a fluctuating day, showery and warm. Bill went before breakfast to have the shoats gotten in a pen. Succeeded in doing so, and marked them all, 30 of the prettiest things I most ever saw. He came to the house and would insist on my going there to see them. I gave directions about preparing him something to carry to Richmond. He has to go over with his Guard to report at Camp Lee.1Camp Lee was located west of Richmond, north of Broad Street at the present location of the area behind the Science Museum of Virginia (formerly Union Station). It was also known as Camp of Instruction and was used as a training camp in the early part of the war. The area had been previously known as the New Fairgrounds, Central Fairgrounds, and Hermitage Fairgrounds. It consisted of several barracks-type buildings used for garrison and hospital purposes later in the war. For further information see http://www.mdgorman.com/Hospitals/camp_lee.htm. It should not be confused with the R.E. Lee Camp, No. 1 Confederate Veterans, a.k.a. the Confederate Soldiers Home, established years later at Boulevard and Grove Ave. The home operated until the last soldier there died in 1942. The site is now the home of the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts. See http://vmfa.museum/about/grounds-history/. O, I do hope they may let him off. I hardly know what I should do without him. Made every preparation and started between 4 & 5 o’clk. Rode a mule. Carried one suit besides the one he wore, 3 pair socks, 2 pr. drawers, 3 shirts. Wore the splendid pair of English shoes Hardie gave him. I was sad at seeing him start, but in a short time, Hardie arrived from his Uncle Hardin’s. The evening was so inclement, I sent the carriage for him. Bake went to accompany him back home. Couldn’t possibly spare him any longer. He had another severe attack of rheumatism tonight. Had it at Hardin’s last night. I think it is owing to some unprecedence while sick on the “Old Dominion.” I tried several things for it. Ju gave him some medicine also. Nothing relieved though till I had a bed placed right down before the fire, and after a long time he was partially relieved. I am uneasy about him. He reminds me so much of his Pa, I feel sad to look at him. – – Bartlett carried 10 bushels corn and 12 bushels wheat to Mr. Robins’ Mill. He returned without meal or flour.