THE CIVIL WAR DIARY OF JOHN G. MORRISON 1861-1865
THE CIVIL WAR DIARY OF JOHN G. MORRISON 1861-1865
THE CIVIL WAR DIARY OF JOHN G. MORRISON 1861-1865
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picket. Stationed a little way from the "Berryville" Pike.<br />
[58] Saw several rebels during the day, but they did not come<br />
within shooting distance.<br />
March 1st, Wednesday. Came off picket about 10 A.M.<br />
Drizzling rain. All quiet last night. Drew a fresh horse<br />
today, a wooly old cream. Named him "Fremont." Rainy.<br />
Lent begins today.<br />
March 2nd, Thursday. Detailed to go after horses down to<br />
the depot. Did not get back until the afternoon. I was<br />
then cold and wet to the skin. Received a letter from<br />
home.<br />
March 3d, Friday. Went on camp guard today. Rainy and<br />
unpleasant. Good news from "Sheridan."<br />
March 4th, Saturday. Came off guard at 9 A.M. Rained all<br />
night. Nothing but mud, mud, half knee-high. Answered my<br />
wife's letter.<br />
March 5th, Sunday. Regimental inspection today. Not on it<br />
as I was doing fatigue duty. Turned in all our camp equipage.<br />
March 6th, Monday. On picket today. Stationed at<br />
"Jordan's Springs," a favorite pleasure resort of the<br />
F.F.I.'s [?] before this war, but now very much<br />
delapidated. Drank of the waters several times. Mighty<br />
unpleasant to both smell and taste.<br />
March 7th, Tuesday. Came off picket about 2 P.M.<br />
[59] March 8th, Wednesday. Got my dirty clothes soaked and<br />
ready to wash, when an order came for all the available men<br />
of the regiment to go somewhere. Having turned in old<br />
"Fremont" last Sunday, I had to take another horse. Took<br />
the road to "Winchester" at a smart tort. Halted about a<br />
half a mile beyond the town and drew up in a line of<br />
battle. Whilst waiting, I learned that we were to guard a<br />
lot of rebel prisoners (captured by "Sheridan") down to the<br />
station. They soon came along (a hard-looking tribe<br />
indeed) and we formed on the front and flanks of them and<br />
started at a snail's pace for the cars. We halted several<br />
times to rest them and allow the footsore ones to come up.<br />
We got down about 4 P.M. and turned them over to an<br />
infantry regiment to look out for them. There were about<br />
1500 of them. Got back to camp at dark. Whilst marching<br />
through "Winchester," many were the sympathetic glances<br />
they received from a portion of the female inhabitants, but<br />
nothing further.<br />
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