September 14th. A quiet morning in our camp. Resting and trying to get a little comfort out of life. Talking and living over our service during the past year, not forgetting our unfortunate comrades who were killed and wounded, prisoners. The life of a soldier in war is a severe and sad one. Wonderful what men can endure.
Sunday, September 14, 2014
Wednesday, 14th—The troops that went from here after General Wheeler into eastern Tennessee about a month ago, returned this morning, coming in on the train. They did not succeed in capturing Wheeler, but they had several skirmishes with him, in one of which it is reported that the notorious General Morgan was killed.[1] The expedition, made up of the Thirty-ninth Iowa and the Thirty-third Ilinois, experienced some hard marching. Dr. French, in charge of the hospital here and head physician of the sick wards, left today for Atlanta.
[1] This was another false report.—Ed.
Etowah Bridge, Wednesday, Sept. 14. Spent the day very pleasantly looking over the large pile of papers received in mail last night. Bathed in the evening. The musical ones of our Company have put up a small tent where every evening they congregate and produce a: large amount of noise, if not music. Fiddle, banjo, tambourine, triangle and bones used with a will. They had a “gander dance” to-night on gun platform till very late, seemed to enjoy it capitally.
Colonel Lyon’s Letters.
Stevenson, Wed., Sept. 14, 1864.—I am here on an inspecting tour of railroad defenses. I came yesterday, leaving Huntsville on Monday. Went to Bridgeport last night, returning early this morning. I have written several letters during the blockade and you may receive this one first of all. Colonel Anderson, of the 12th Indiana Cavalry, which is a part of my command, is with me. Dr. Horton came here this morning from Nashville, where he has been during the interruption of our communication.
14th. Wednesday. Regt. was on picket near Berryville. Went to Harper’s Ferry with forges.
by John Beauchamp Jones
SEPTEMBER 14TH.—Bright and cold.
Gen. Lee is in the city, looking after recruits, details, etc.
Mr. Secretary Seddon appears to be in very high spirits to-day, and says our affairs are by no means so desperate as they seem on the surface. I hope the good coming will come soon.
Gen. Beauregard has been sent toNorth Carolina on a tour of inspection.
No news of our wheat and molasses yet; and we have hardly money enough to live until the next pay-day. We have no coal yet.
Four o’clock P.M. A brisk cannonade down the river is distinctly heard. It is not supposed to be a serious matter,—perhaps we are shelling Gen. Butler’s observatory, erected within his lines to overlook ours.
