Near Clinton, November 20, 1864.
Struck out foraging before daylight this morning. Almost any house on the road to-day would furnish pork and potatoes enough for a brigade. I got to the regiment about 8 p.m. last night. They say our brigade marched until 3 a.m., and the reveille sounded before the men got through supper. We passed over the scene of Stoneman’s fighting and surrender last August. Some of our men found two of our dead soldiers unburied, which don’t speak well for the Rebels, and is charged against them. I think there is less pillaging this trip than I ever saw before.
