Etowah Bridge, Friday, Sept. 30. Rained all night but cleared off this morning. D. J. D. and myself washed our clothes out and did other woman’s work. Grazed in the afternoon, taking a guard’s team out. Detailed to go after corn. While horses eat, three of us filled a wagon in a pocket three miles from camp. Troops still going to the rear. Wild rumors afloat as to Hood’s movements and whereabouts. No mail yet.
An Artilleryman’s Diary–Jenkin Lloyd Jones
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