January 12^th, 1776

Several men, Charles among them, are taken with a fever and a vomit which appear perilous; most so, as they require water at all hours, and we have not as much potable of that necessary element as we might wish, though surrounded by its lapping.

We walk among the sick only when tending them. There is no doctor attached to our Regiment, so we minister as best we can. Better Joe hath suggested some specific remedies, which Isaac the Joiner decries loudly as the cant of heathenish superstition; and indeed, one wonders at the applications of bone.

We none of us can abide too much longer this containment, trapped here as we all eat our diet of galling news and the smoke of ruin.