At noon we were ordered out of the car, and after some delay rations were issued, consisting of twenty small hard tack and a small piece of bacon not properly cured and covered with maggots.
This was to last us four days, as we were to march from Lynchburg
, our cavalry having destroyed the railroad between the two places.
As I had eaten nothing for thirty-six hours I ate twelve of my hard tack, leaving eight for the next three days. I did not care much for the bacon, but tied it up in an old rag, and, finding a stick, carried it over my shoulder.
They marched us five miles, and camped for the night.
The sun was so hot that most of my bacon melted and ran down my back, but the maggots still lived.
We were commanded by a major who had lost an arm in the service, and had also been a prisoner.
He was a first-class man and understood how to march men; would turn us out at daylight, march until nine or ten o'clock, then rest until three.
He always selected our camp near a stream of good water, and did everything possible for our comfort.
I am sorry I cannot recall his name, as he was about the only man I met in the south who considered our comfort in any way.
Our enlisted men joined us here.
We were not allowed to visit them, but, passing them on the road, had a chance to chat a little.
Our guard was not thought sufficient to take care of us, and it was constantly receiving reinforcements from the cradle and the grave.
At every cross-road we were joined by old men on horseback and in carriages, and boys from ten to sixteen years of age, armed with shot-guns and pistols.
We could get along very well with the men, but the boys were anxious to shoot a Yankee, and we had to keep our eyes