Wednesday, 2d–We left Bayou Mason at midnight and marched through to the river, eighteen miles, without stopping, reaching Goodrich’s Landing at 7 o’clock this morning. General Stephenson planned our march so that we should pass through that terrible ten miles of hemp at night, thus avoiding the heat.[1] Our brigade led in the march all the way. The day is very hot and sultry. General Logan’s Division has taken the boats down the river for Vicksburg.
[1] All were thankful to him for it; for, if there is such a place as hell, this piece of road is a sample of the road leading to Satan’s residence. —A. G. D.