Saturday, 9th–The rebels left their rifle pits in the night and crossed the Chattahoochee river.[1] [1] General Sherman always moved his army by the right or left flank when he found the Confederate fortifications in front too strong to make a charge, and in that way the enemy had to fall back, leaving their strong [...]

Nine miles from Atlanta, two and one-half miles southwest of railroad crossing, July 9, 1864. On the evening of the 7th, just dark, a Rebel battery in a fort which our guns had been bursting shells over all day, suddenly opened with eight 20-pound Parrotts, and for one-half an hour did some of the most [...]

JULY 9th.—Dry and pleasant. We have a rumor to-day of the success of a desperate expedition from Wilmington, N. C., to Point Lookout,Md., to liberate the prisoners of war (20,000) confined there and to arm them. If this be confirmed, the prisoners will probably march upon Washington City, and co-operate with Gen. Early, who has [...]

July, Saturday 9, 1864 Not much sleep did any of our room have last night—I did not close my eyes, the rest for only a few moments, between the flees and the bed bugs I spent a miserable night. Hal and I dressed long before day. Maj. Rambeaut, Capt. Mason & John came for us [...]

July 9th. This fine morning finds me on picket near Cherry Run, Maryland. Nothing important occurred so far. Late this afternoon relieved from picket. Ordered to join the regiment, it having left Cherry Run and advanced east along the line of the railroad, towards Martinsburg. After pushing along from six to eight miles, found headquarters [...]