July 6th. A very pleasant morning. A good night’s rest. The boat pushed along all night. Must be getting near our journey’s end, or destination, Parkersburg. Soon after noon the boat grounded and held fast. We were again obliged to wade ashore, on the Ohio side. Later it was decided, we give up the boat and march on to Parkersburg, distance, from five to six miles. The march was over a good road through a fine country. The field officers, not having their horses, set the pace, which was very slow. We had them that time, for we could march right away from them. The horses and wagons were coming overland from Camp Piatt. During the march we were among friends. Some of the old settlers were from Connecticut. The old and young people were pleased to see Connecticut soldiers. We came to a halt quite often to talk to the people. One very old gentleman brought out an old powder horn which he claimed was once the property of General Putnam, of Revolutionary fame. He also made claim to be a descendant of General Putnam.
The march through Ohio was very pleasant, the people were so kind. Parkersburg was in West Virginia, we were in Ohio. Were carried over the river on boats. At this point, while waiting for a train, we received a large mail. I received two letters. A long time since we heard from home. Hunter’s army took train at this place. A train of box cars was made ready for us, into which we were packed like a lot of animals. At times we were made to feel that we were cattle. Hope I can live to see the finish up of the war. This is a strenuous life. It’s all for our country.