Scottsboro, Ala, March 24, 1864. Two months and twenty-four days without changing camp; which is the longest time our tents have covered one piece of ground since we organized. We have marched, though, some 35 days during this time, and some such marching. Whew! I think I never suffered on a march as I did [...]
Thursday, 24th. After breakfast went to town. Forgot my belt. Had to go by Mr. Cobb’s three times. Felt sad as I breathed a goodbye. Sad sad, sad! Will times ever change? I am glad none of my friends can know the feelings of my heart. Fred and Will and Terrell went to the depot [...]
Friday, 24th.—Got furlough for two days; suppose because I came so near drawing it. Went home. (Note: picture is of an unidentified Confederate soldier.)
Thursday, 24th–I went to Mr. Elseffer’s and spent most of the day there, taking dinner with them. Lewis Elseffer is a member of my company and was detailed as clerk in corps headquarters, thus could not return with us.
MARCH 24th.—A bright pleasant day—snow nearly gone. Next week the clerks in the departments, between the ages of eighteen and forty-five, are to be enrolled, and perhaps the greater number will be detailed to their present employments. Gov. Vance is here, and the President is about to appoint some of his friends brigadiers, which is [...]
March, Thursday 24, 1864 I slept very late this morning—had breakfast in my room—I would rather have slept than have the choicest dishes from old Schwab’s. Ready at last, arrived in the Parlor, found Jim & Mr. Pugh with the girls having a nice time—spent the morning fixing my old Bombazine dress. Enjoyed my dinner [...]
March 24th.–Yesterday, we went to the Capitol grounds to see our returned prisoners. We walked slowly up and down until Jeff Davis was called upon to speak. There I stood, almost touching the bayonets when he left me. I looked straight into the prisoners’ faces, poor fellows. They cheered with all their might, and I [...]