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MR. EDITOR:
As I was interrupted while writing a communication to you at Holly
Springs, by the startling words, "fall in!" and having
a little leisure time now, I will try and finish it. Whenever
the bugle sounds to "fall in," everything has to be
stopped, and everybody in line as quick as possible, for there
is no telling how soon we will be needed.
Well, the morning we left Lagrange, which was the
28th ult., old Sol was shining forth in all his splendor, and
every one seemed to be in good spirits at the prospect of a forward
movement South. It was some time before the army could get in
motion, we having to stand and lie around nearly all day before
we could get under way. We had only got three miles from our
camp at 4 P. M. The reason of our delay was, I believe,
that General Hamilton's forces from the Junction were to come
in ahead and take the advance, but were too late in starting,
and we had to keep back until they passed.
When we got fully under way we went it like troopers,
having good roads to travel. We passed the Mississippi line at
dark, but had to travel on until about 9 o'clock before we could
find water, so we could encamp. Water in some places is very
scarce, the inhabitants having to haul it two and three miles
in barrels. It was fully 10 o'clock before we got settled so
as to get our "grub" and beds ready. That night was
the first we passed within our little shelter tents, they having
been issued out to us the morning we started. In some instances
they might be considered a good institution, and again they might
be considered worthless. I don't think the inventor was blessed
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