Etowah Bridge, Thursday, Sept. 29. Damp and disagreeable to stand guard last night. Felt dull, ate no breakfast. Went to picket post this morning, bought a quart of buttermilk, 25 cts. per quart, which with bread at 15 cents per loaf, I made a homelike dinner. Took our team to graze in the afternoon. Found Chattanooga papers of to-day in camp on return, but nothing from the North. Hood’s whole army reported to be on their way north to sever Sherman’s communications, which seems very probable, as several trains heavily laden with soldiers passed north. Another lumber train out.
An Artilleryman’s Diary–Jenkin Lloyd Jones
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