June, Wednesday 8, 1864
I think today will be long remembered, a hard rain before breakfast, Mr. Rodgers arrived just after, and had almost pursuaded us to remain over until tomorrow, when Mr. Wilson came up and said it was impossible for him to remain, of course we could never venture without him, so we packed up and left at 8 o’clock. I never traveled such roads in my life—creeks swimming, as we neared the City of Springport, in passing a school house, with the children at play, I greeted them with school, butter, when all hands joined, and I thought for a while Mr. Wilson had a skirmish on hand, we compromised however, when old Grey refused to pull up the hill and Mr. W. had to come to our relief—We ate dinner there, which was broken up by the hardest rain I ever was exposed to, we left the scene in disgust, and demoralized, had a terible time, almost swam clear creek—a rain and night coming on. We stoped 8 miles this side of Oxford at Mr. Bunch’s, where Hal, Johnny & I are now enjoying the quiet of a room, still raining. I never laughed as much as when I awoke and saw Hal’s face swolen , completely disfigured, relieved however. Mr. W. left early with a book to read—after all the trouble we have had a nice time.