--Hand written inside the front cover of the leather bound diary:

"This is the diary of Myron Clark (brother of Julius Clark)
which was kept by him and found in his pocket after he was
killed at the Battle of Gettysburgh. This was given to
Erwin S. Clark by Myron A. Day* of Santa Mana, Cal. on
July 19, 1924."        *Day was a great nephew of Myron Clark just as Erwin S. Clark was.

--The contents of the Diary (to the best of our ability to make out some of the unfamiliar wording) with spelling & capitalization for the most part as written and with occasional punctuation added for easier reading;

March 17, 1863 -- Fairfax Station, Va. I reported 24 men for Fatigue & 3 for Guard. It is a fine day & the snow is melting. Wrote to Mother yesterday and to Kirke Smith today. Lieut. Williams under arrest.

March 18th -- The boys out working in the rifle pits today. Lieut. W-- released & goes on duty tomorrow. Charley B-- came home from Washington. The Nuester and pay rolls made out. Rather a nice day. Heard some fiddling.

March 19 -- A fine day. All the boys gone on Fatigue. One man for Guard and three separate details for Fatigue. The largest detail finished their work in the forenoon & a Dress parade finished the day. Pete Berges on Knapsack Drill for laziness & Frank Pasno in the Guard house for drunkiness.

March 20 -- The usual details. Went up to the C.H. The boys getting along. Pat is transferred to the Battery. Do not feel very well tonight. Four months more at the most.

March 21 -- Not very heavy details today. A drizzling snow all day. Have a very hard cold & don't feel well either. No letter from home. We are on our sixth month at the most----

March 22 -- Fine day. A sergt. and one man for Guard & Corp. & 5 men for the Station. Nothing going on much. I am so hoarse that I cannot hardly talk. Webster & the Capt. help Merrill up to the hospital, very considerate, Eh!

March 23 -- Fine day. On light duty today. We haev orders to march & shall start at nine tomorrow morning. Going to Wolf Run Shoals. Staid two months here.

March 24 -- A miserable straggling march of about 7 miles brought us to Wolf Run shoals. Converse took one of my blankets up to (continued)