two o'clock
We have so carefully policed each camping place that I had awful visions of having to fill in the trenches and replace the sod . But by some arrangement with the owner of the land we left the trenches as memorials of our great fight . How many cows will they trap , I wonder . Our breakfast was at six , and we had no lunch till two o'clock . Whether we were hungry ? In spite of this settled cold rain , which curiously is from the west , the men are in good spirits , though they show it by yowling at every bugle call that summons them out . This letter is written up to date , and so I 'll close it .