Moscow, Friday, Nov. 21. Weather cold and frosty. 2 P. M. bugle sounded the assembly, “Fall in”, when we were given orders to prepare to march immediately. The horses were harnessed, everything packed ready for further orders which after an hour waiting, came, to unharness. It proved to be an alarm caused by a party of guerillas making a dash upon our foraging train, capturing some seventy mules, then skedaddling before the escort could come up.
An Artilleryman’s Diary–Jenkin Lloyd Jones.
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