At my next visit, a few weeks later, I was able to report a great change for the better. In the absence of superior officers, Major Saviers--a man possessing rare executive ability--was in command. The campground had been drained, sidewalks of split wood built, the streets bordered with evergreens, and many other improvements made. Leaving these poor sick men cheered with the promise that, as soon as my goods arrived, they should be made more comfortable, I was given _carte blanche_ possession of a little cabin, which I found “swept and garnished” after the most approved style of the soldier. A bright fire was blazing on the hearth, a narrow cot--similar to those in the hospital--stood in one corner of the room, a rude table in another, and a camp-chair in the third. These, with a couple of shelves on one side of the cabin, containing sundry culinary articles together with the accoutrements of war, constituted the owner’s household goods. Being quite weary I retired early, yet I cannot say that I felt much rested next morning; but I wondered all the more how those poor sick men could lie upon such beds. As soon as my goods arrived I furnished the hospital beds with sheets and pillows, the patients with clean handkerchiefs and a few dressing-gowns, besides dried fruit, jellies, wine, and butter, also papers and magazines. I found several sick in their quarters which the hospital could not accommodate; these I visited and supplied with such things as they were mostly needing. Never was anything, I am sure, received with more gratitude than were those few supplies which it was my pleasure to distribute.