Monday, 15th.—Orders to cook rations and be ready to march by four to-morrow morning.
Robert M. Magill—Personal Reminiscences of a Confederate Soldier Boy, 39th Georgia Regiment of Infantry
Sunday, 14th.—Rev. Kramer preached to-day; text, “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.”
Saturday, 13th.—Skirmishing this evening on our right, between a squad of Federal cavalry and General Heth’s bodyguard; four Federals killed; nobody hurt on our side.
Friday, 12th.—At 11 o’clock last night were ordered into line, and at 9 this morning were fifteen miles south of Covington, after marching all the way in hard rain and mixed up with wagons and artillery most of the time; one time during the night were ordered to fix bayonets and keep a look-out on each side for Yankee Cavalry. Have very nice place to camp, but bad water.
Thursday, 11th.—Company A and our company were sent out on advance picket line and remained there all night. Yankees worked all night on their works; could hear their spades rattle; and could ‘hear trains and steamboats running and blowing all night over in Cincinnati. Relieved from picket 8 A. M., and returned to regiment, when we gave up our position to an Arkansas brigade, and went back one mile and cooked rations.
Wednesday 10th.—Passed through Florence at 8 A. M. Marched within four miles of Covington. Halted in line of battle two miles from Federal entrenchments. 3 P. M., advanced to within three-fourths of a miles of their works; two companies were sent out as skirmishers, which drove in two regiments, capturing their blankets and knapsacks.
Tuesday, 9th.—Passed through Walton at 9 A. M. Still cheered on at almost every step. Camped for the night thirteen miles from Covington.
Monday, 8th.—Passed through Dry Ridge; took up camp one-half mile south of Chrittenden at 2 P. M.
Sunday, 7th.—Passed through Holmansville at 12 M. Camped for the night two miles north of Williamstown, after making a march of thirty miles in twenty-six hours.
Saturday, 6th.—Out on picket last night on Licking River. Yesterday evening a train ran almost into the midst of our camp, but before we could recover from our surprise, they reversed the steam and made their escape. Left Cynthiana at 5 p.m amid the smiles and cheers of a “legion” of as fair ladies as ever cheered the heart of man; marching in the direction of Covington.
