July 20th, 1863.
Vicksburg is ours; Johnson defeated and his forces scattered; our work in Mississippi is performed, and we have taken up the line of march for some other distant field.
We left Jackson at 3 a. m. today for Haines Bluff, where we take transports for some point north or east. I think I will be glad to put in the balance of my work a little farther north, although I would not hesitate to go anywhere, so I might contribute my mite toward putting down this rebellion. But, other things being equal, I would choose to be where we could get pure water, and, what I prize more than all else, hear from my loved family with some degree of regularity. It has been a sore trial, and hard to bear, to be compelled to wait for days and weeks for tidings from a sick and suffering wife.
We marched twelve miles this forenoon, and have halted for dinner. Fifteen miles must be made this afternoon to obtain water. It is a tough march, but necessity compels. It would seem that, in an emergency like this, when our lives depend upon our “staying power,” some unseen hand sustains us. As for myself, I have never borne hard marches so well as in Mississippi.
I see by the papers there is much talk of the Rebels carrying the war into the North. Well, let them go. “Whom the gods would destroy they first make mad.” I am not sure but it is the only thing that can unite the North; certainly it will hasten the downfall of the Confederacy.
