R. R, Hancock's Diary.
Tennessee, we had some hope of going back to our! native State occasionally, while, if we went with Ferguson, we had no hope of seeing Tennessee until the war] closed. What a sad thought was this ! The all-imporj tant question now was, "Will the regiment be transl ferred?" How anxiously did the Second Tennessee] wait for an answer to that question. The brigade was to start south the next morning. Dark came, yet n\ transfer. " What will we do ? " " Colonel Barteau, can you not help us out of this trouble?" "Can't you, Colonel Morton? " " Is there any hope of a transfer?'] "Is it possible that we will have to start south in the] morning with Ferguson?" "Do not despair, men, per-] haps we v/ill be transferred yet." Eight, nine, and tea -o'clock came, and yet no transfer. Some lay down ti rest, though, perhaps, too much troubled to sleep,] Finally, about eleven o'clock p. m., "The Second Tenl nessee is transferred to Forrest" spread like lightning through the camp. Those who had been trying in vain] to while away the time in sleep now sprang from then] tents to unite with the rest in yelling, hallooing, shout] ing, and such another jollification as they had from then] until daylight next morning had never been witnessed] in the camp of the Second Tennessee Cavalry before! If General Ferguson is now living I guess that he ha] not forgotten the serenade that a lot of the boys gavd him that night with tin pans, camp kettles, etc. We had no cannon by which we could give Ferguson a part] ing salute; however, some of the boys got up a righj good substitute by boring holes in logs and filling wita powder. But after all the big guns and the little guns] Ferguson still remained quiet, and did not order any the Second Tennessee to be sent to his headquarters.