July 7, 1863,
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, 2pm.

I have been in this town since this morning, and see many signs of bustling domestic activity mixed with heightened anxiety over the proximity of the Rebel army.  A number of generals of the I and III Corps have appropriated the fine home of a local merchant named Myers, apparently of Copperhead sympathies, who was ceremoniously vacated from the premises around 11 am and confined to the tent of the Provost Marshal until his loyalty can be properly determined.  The home is a fine two-story structure with clapboard walls painted yellow and white gables and an expansive porch.  A guard detail has been posted outside to regulate the traffic of notables, both civilian and military, and a crowd of citizens has assembled to hear the latest proclamation of Governor Curtin, who has arrived with his entourage.  The Governor called upon 5,000 additional volunteers, including home guard, to assist in quelling the Rebellion, both in the South and here at home.  The Commonwealth of Pennsylvania apparently is as infested with disloyal elements (in certain counties) as are some of the western States, and Governor Curtin has a full plate before him as the War progresses.

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