aired before we can use it again.
We have not even the mail to relieve the monotony of life; sometimes the hack does not pass Gum Pond for four days at a time.
March 20, Monday
The rain has stopped at last and the waters are beginning to subside, but the roads are terrible.
We have had a mail at last, too, and a long letter from home giving us carte blanche as to future movements; as dear old father expressed it: Go where you please, when you please, do what you please and call on Mr. Farley or Mr. Butler for all the money you need.
That is the way I like to be treated.
I think now we will go to Chunnennuggee by way of Eufaula and the Chattahoochee.
The river trip would be pleasant, and Jenny and Julia Toombs are with their aunt in Eufaula, who has invited us to meet them there.
However, our movements are so uncertain that I don't like to make engagements.
We will stop a few days in Cuthbert with the Joyners, anyway.
March 21, Tuesday.
Pouring down rain ag
tented every day, as freedom fails to bring them all the great things they expected, and are getting all manner of insolent notions into their heads.
Last Sunday a Yankee soldier, with two black creatures on his arms, tried to push Mr. and Mrs.-(name illegible) off the sidewalk as they were coming home from church.
Mr. E. raised his cane, but happily for him, a Yankee officer stepped up before he had time to use it and reproved the soldier for his insolence.
June 29, Thursday
Cousin Jim Farley and Mr. Cullom arrived from Montgomery to look after the cotton father has been keeping stored for them here.
They brought us all manner of nice things-candy, raisins and almonds, canned fruits, fish, sardines, cheese, and other foreign luxuries, including a basket of Champagne.
I never had such a feast in my life before-at least, I never enjoyed one so much because I never was so starved out. It is the first time in four years that I have tasted any candy except home-made, and gener
line of battle in reserve.
From what I can gather, we gained not much by the fight of Thursday, except four pieces of artillery, and, I hear, three thousand prisoners. We lost heavily in wounded, judging from the large number we met on the road yesterday morning.
In the fight of yesterday we had greatly the advantage, driving the enemy a half mile and killing large numbers of them.
Among the incidents of the fight I must mention the conspicuous gallantry of a member of our company, Jim Farley,
James A. Farley, killed at the Crater, July 30, 1864. now of the sharpshooters, who received two wounds, one in the shoulder and the other in the face, but continued to charge on with the regiment to the most advanced position.
The gallantry of Lieutenant-Colonel Sorrel, of Longstreet's staff, was also very conspicuous.
He led us into action on horseback, waving his hat and crying out: Come on, Virginians!
General Wadsworth, of the Yankee army, was found wounded (it is believed mo