July 14, 1864.
Another hot day. We marched down to the river at Roswell and crossed it, and have gone into camp on the bank a mile above town.
This Roswell is a beautiful little town, such splendid trees all through it. Our cavalry four or five days ago destroyed some very large factories here. Judging from the ruins, they were more extensive than anything of the kind I ever before saw. About 1,000 women were employed in them; 700 of them were taken by our folks and sent to Marietta; I don’t know what for. Can’t hear of any enemy here.