April 28 — This morning we, together with the Tenth, Thirty-Seventh and Twenty-Third Regiments of Virginia Infantry, went with a train of forage wagons as a guard to protect them from Yankee scouting parties that are prowling around searching for something to snatch. We went within a mile of McGaheysville, and remained there until the [...]
Three Years in the Confederate Horse Artillery — George Michael Neese.
April 26— To-day a party of Yanks almost succeeded in capturing a train of forage wagons that was gathering supplies in the neighborhood of McGaheysville, seven miles from Conrad's Store, in the direction of Harrisonburg. But as usual some of Ashby's ubiquitous watchdog cavalrymen were there, fought and drove the Yanks away and saved all [...]
April 19—We remained in camp till ten o'clock, then moved to Conrad's Store on the Shenandoah River, seventeen miles east of Harrisonburg. Jackson's troops are all camped here. This is the first time on this campaign that we have camped with or near Jackson's infantry.
April 18 — This morning we went a little below Sparta, took a position, and waited for the advancing foe. About midday we saw a Yankee battery go in position on a hill west of the pike and about two miles distant from us. It was too far away for us to do any effective [...]
April 17 — This morning, an hour before day, the same old alarm that has waked us so often in the last month was brought into requisition and sounded in our ears again, "Get up! The Yankees are coming. Pack up and get ready to stand to your guns." This thing of being rear guard [...]
April 12 — Went on picket. After we were at our picket a while, which is on the Valley pike a mile from Edenburg, Colonel Ashby came riding from some of his places of observation up the creek and said to Captain Chew: " I want you to take a gun up the creek about [...]
April 11 — Two guns went on picket. This forenoon an oily-tongued regular talking machine in the shape of a sandy-haired Yankee appeared in our camp, handing himself around in a bold, loquacious, and exhibitory manner as a deserter from the Yankee army. He represents himself to be a sugar merchant from New Orleans, and [...]
April 7 — First detachment went on picket. Fired a few shell into the Yankee encampment to apprise them of the fact that there is life in the old land yet.
April 6 — On picket.
April 5 — On picket. Late this evening we moved camp, and are now quartered in a barn a mile below Mount Jackson. Mount Jackson is a little village on the north side of Mill Creek, seven miles from Edenburg.
April 3 and 4 — On picket. Colonel Ashby rides along his picket line every day. I heard him say today that when the Yankee pickets fire at him, which they sometimes do, he stops and sits on his horse right still, without dodging or moving in the least, and he advised his picket to [...]
April 2 — This morning we went on picket one mile from the Yankee line, which is established along the north bank of Stony Creek. However, some of their cavalry were on this side of the creek early this morning, but they did not tarry long. We had a lively and interesting little game of [...]
April 1 — A few hours after sunrise the report reached camp that the Yanks were again on the advance. We were ordered to pack up double-quick and start our wagons up the Valley. We started down the pike with the battery, but before we got to Woodstock the Yanks had already made their appearance [...]
March 29 — Only one gun went on picket to-day. March 30 — This morning we went to Maurertown, which is some three or four miles below Woodstock. From the lower end of the little hamlet we fired three shell into a bushy woods that looked like a good cover for game, as Yankee finders, [...]
March 28 — Went on picket again at the same place we were yesterday. No Yanks in sight.
March 27 — To-day we went on picket two miles below Woodstock. We had a little skirmish with the Yanks and exchanged a few shell with them. This evening we came back to the Court House, ate our supper, and then moved two miles south of town and camped in a woods on the east [...]
March 26 — Moved back to the Court House again. The shell we fired at the carriage near Winchester on the evening of the 22 wounded General Shields.
March 25 — Moved to Taylortown, four miles south of Woodstock. Quartered in a house.
March 24 — This morning at daylight we hear the deep boom of a cannon in the direction of Kernstown, which plainly indicated that the Yanks were out early Rebel hunting, shelling the road as they cautiously advanced, searching for ambuscades or masked batteries, of both of which they seem to be most awfully afraid, [...]
March 23 — This morning we ate breakfast at four o'clock, and daylight found us on the march for Kernstown. We arrived at Bartonsville by sunrise and remained there about two hours; then went within half a mile of Kernstown and halted. From there one gun went still a little farther on toward the town. [...]
March 22 — Yesterday evening we heard that the Yanks had nearly all left Winchester. This morning we started early en route down the Valley. Some of our boys were light-hearted and even merry, as they fully anticipated with the utmost confidence of entering Winchester this evening without any serious opposition or difficulty. Between Middletown [...]
March 20 — This morning we went below Woodstock on picket, but saw no Yanks. This evening we are quartered in the Court House at Woodstock.
March 19 — Early this morning we moved to the top of Fisher's Hill, two miles above Strasburg, put our battery in a good commanding position, and awaited the advance of the enemy. We did not have to wait long before their advance guard appeared over Hupp's Hill, nearly a mile north of Strasburg. Close [...]
March 18 — Everything was quiet in front until the middle of the afternoon. Then a report reached camp that the Yanks were advancing. We were ordered to pack up as quickly as possible and get ready for action. The enemy advanced rapidly, and we were ordered to Cedar Creek to oppose their onward march. [...]
March 16 — At twelve o'clock last night an alarm reached us that the pickets were fighting near Middletown, two miles from our camp. We were ordered to get ready to march at a moment's notice. The alarm was false, and we remained at an old house till day, but did not unroll our blankets [...]