t making a soft bed withal, and we sleeping the dreamless sleep of tired men. I would be willing, occasionally, to make another such march, through the same mud, for such a sleep.
At early daylight we fell in for rations of hot coffee and hard-tack.
Immediately after, we took up our line of march, or, as Wad Rider expressed it, began to pull mud.
With intervals of rest, we pulled mud until about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, when we halted near Manassas Junction.
Who has not heard of the Quaker guns at Manassas?
We met the logs mounted on wheels, around the fortifications of Manassas, and can assure you they were not so formidable as the mud.
After thoroughly inspecting our enemies,--the logs,--we re-formed our ranks and took the back track for Washington.
The rain soon began to fall, coming down literally in sheets; it ran down our backs in rivulets, and we should have run had we met the enemy about that time — that is, if the mud had permitted; for there is nothing which wil