Journal of Surgeon Alfred L. Castleman.

4th.–We have marched about ten miles, and are encamped at Union, a dirty little worn out village. It looks as if it was dying of dry gangrene, and was too weak to wash its face. Cannonading heard all day, and although we are marching from ten to fourteen miles a day; we do not seem to get nearer to it. We are now again over twenty miles into Virginia, and everything looks like a general movement which is “to be continued.”