ment countermarched and bivouacked in one of the deserted camps, where barrels of excellent fresh crackers, hogsheads of hams and bacon, boxes of cheese, raisins, white sugar, coffee, tea, macaroni, well-fitted mess-chests, blankets, mattresses, and whiskey in abundance, soon made us forgetful of our late privations.
Our men were frantic with the glory of the day and the opportune discovery of such plentiful supplies.
The Yankees had been lavish of expense in preparing for the trip to Richmond, and their accumulated luxuries had fallen into the hands of those who could appreciate them.
We found large numbers of beeves slaughtered and ready for butchering in their camps, but all the animals had been stolen from neighboring farms on their march.
In fact, the destruction of private property, generally, was so great, that farmers were raving — they had been despoiled of almost every thing, and nothing was paid for. Hedges and fences were all rendered unserviceable; stacks of hay an