Tennessee. Tuesday, 4th.—Reported that Breckinridge has surrounded Nashville and given them two days in which to surrender. (Let me state just here that I give these reports simply to show the kind of news the private soldiers were continually receiving; very seldom a newspaper reached the hands of the private soldier, and less often were [...]
November 4.—A letter from my dear S. at Winchester. She says she is wearing herself down in the Confederate service; but there are so many soldiers in the hospitals that she is too much interested to give up nursing them even for a day. Our army still at Bunker’s Hill. We are expecting daily to [...]
November 4th, 1862. O what a glorious time we had yesterday! First, there were those two gentlemen to be entertained all day, which was rather a stretch, I confess, so I stole away for a while. Then I got the sweetest letter from Miss Trenholm, enclosing Jimmy’s photograph, and she praised him so that I [...]
Tuesday, 4th–We started rather early this morning and arrived at Grand Junction at 9 o’clock in the evening. The army has burned the fences along the road and set fire to many deserted houses.[1] [1] Our march these two days was marred by the disgraceful spectacle of the waste and destruction of property. Some men [...]
Tuesday, 4th. During the day got a report of horses in detachments. Bill and I washed some clothes. Before dark orders came for a company of 2nd O. V. C. to report to Col. Weir with 3 days’ rations. Capt. N. went with 40 men, I along. Reported and after waiting an hour or two [...]
NOVEMBER 4th.—An exposé of funds in the hands of disbursing agents shows there are nearly seventy millions of dollars not accounted for! The members of the legislature are fearful of an attack on the Southern Railroad, and asks that Gen. Mahone be sent to Petersburg. The government is impressing flour at $12 per barrel, when [...]
4th.–We have marched about ten miles, and are encamped at Union, a dirty little worn out village. It looks as if it was dying of dry gangrene, and was too weak to wash its face. Cannonading heard all day, and although we are marching from ten to fourteen miles a day; we do not seem [...]