Tuesday, 26th.—Crossed into Kentucky to-day; very rough country through here. Camped at the foot of Pinelog Mountain.
Robert M. Magill—Personal Reminiscences of a Confederate Soldier Boy, 39th Georgia Regiment of Infantry
Sunday, 24th.—Arrived at Roger’s Gap, twenty miles south of Cumberland, at 11 A. M. Crossing the mountain. So steep had to pull wagons and artillery up by hand; got to the top about 2 P. M.; rested a few minutes, and then moved forward. They called this a gap, but I was unable to see much gap
Saturday 23d.—Relieved by Hilliard’s Legion. Started down Powell’s Valley at 6 p. M. Marched all night.
Friday, 22d.—Heavy skirmishing on our right; some think there is about to be a general engagement.
Wednesday, 20th.—Company F sent out as reserve pickets. Feds made as though they would charge our picket line with cavalry.
Monday, 18th.—Took position in line of battle this A. M. Pickets skirmishing a little. Reported that General Ledbetter is on the other side of the mountain, and the Yanks are hemmed in.
Sunday 17th.—At 9 A. M., we were in three miles of Cumberland Gap, when the Federals began shelling us; continued slowly throughout the day; one man slightly wounded; after dark fell back half mile.
(Note: picture is of an unidentified Confederate soldier.)
Saturday, 16th.—Received orders to cook four days’ rations. Started towards Cumberland Gap, 8 P. M. Marched six miles, and halted until daylight.
(Note: picture is of an unidentified Confederate soldier.)
Wednesday, 13th.—Company F, on picket one mile west of Tazewell. Deer came running by our picket post. Went back to camp.
(Note: picture is of an unidentified Confederate soldier.)
Thursday, 9th.—Moved a quarter of a mile to good water. Drew two months’ wages to-day, $22.00. Remaining here until the 13th, had some time for letter-writing. Some letter paper and envelopes had been captured in the fight; I got hold of some of it; the envelopes were pretty small, but on the left-hand corner was printed “The Girl I Left Behind Me;” so I proceeded to write to one I had left behind me and I wrote so much that when I got it into that small envelope it looked about as full as a “stuffed toad;” I got a very nice answer to that letter, but it wasn’t very long until the girl married an old bachelor. A lady told me after the war was over, that she read that letter. No doubt she enjoyed reading it for it was a “goodun.”
(Note: picture is of an unidentified Confederate soldier.)
