Whiteside, May 4, 1864.
The day’s march has been much more pleasant than any of us expected. Most of the dead mules have been buried, and the road much improved, especially through the narrows. We smelled a number of mules, though, after all the improvements. This, Whiteside, is like Bridgeport, a portable town, with canvas covers and clapboard sides.
The boys have been catching some nice fish in a little stream by our camp this evening. Made about 15 miles to-day.
