Etowah Bridge, Friday, Sept. 2. A hot and dull day. David Evans and myself visited the picket post this morning with our coffee, rations and liquor to trade with the female rebs that come with produce, guards not admitting them inside the lines any more. Tried to get some butter, but in vain, there being too many purchasers, who were returning as we went. No mail or papers. “Old Wheeler” still holds the road near Nashville. Rumors are afloat of the capture of Atlanta. General Sherman’s army, not known where it is.
An Artilleryman’s Diary–Jenkin Lloyd Jones
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