morng. the band playing -- soldiers winding thru the hedge
rows & woods of oak & holly advance wearing holly
in hats -- The blue coats -- & knapsacks -- white on top with
Shelter tents. The woods echoed to shots for squirrels
The boys sang -- Dixie --Marchalong [?] -- &c. as we passed
down a broad well cultivated valley skirted by
Steep round hills -- reached Port Tobacco at 12.
delayed in passing stream -- rode into town went into
Court room -- Court sitting -- good lookg. men an officer
brot. an old curious trumpet to door & called out Gentlemen
of petit jury attend &c. Yesterday boys made cigars
of tobcco -- which is raised in this region.
We could buy nothing in town -- every place was
closed -- The colors flying looked beautiful from heights --
wrote & mailed a letter to Henry, at Port Tobacco.
Asked if we were going to Dixie -- A Planter sd. he never
saw so many persons before. Another knowing I was
a Chaplain asked as I entered room if I "was going
to give prayers" -- I led regt. into a field -- & we
for dinner -- Cols. horse rolled while we ate a sandwich.
15th Conn very nearly burnt a barn by setting grass
afire -- Marched a foot about 3 miles with same Mr. K
on my horse -- encamped about 4 -- at a run [?] near
Bumpass -- He called for guard -- I had some words with Brigade
Q.Master about our staff wagons - Mr. Hamilton called
for Guard -- We sent Lt. & 8 men to house, bot two turkeys
for Mess @ 2.00 -- Walked up to his house -- he recd. us
cordially -- Brigade before us killed shot turkies &
two oxen -- our brigade
lying dead in yard -- One of his slaves followed us
to Camp to hear band -- Thot. it fine --
liked it better 'n religion, loved it better 'n a gal--
[?] [?] [?]Came in & sang plantation songs --
one very plaintive -- then changed to a merry jingle --
As I went up market St, I met a yaller gal --
Bot. a cent
go slow. Never mind dinner Sd. weather dont blow Could make letters --
tho. he could'nt tell names.
