January 7 — A cold north wind that felt like winter’s best swept furiously over our camp last night. This morning Jackson’s troops commenced their march back toward Bath. A Tennessee band played “The Mocking Bird” as the infantry began to move away. Our battery was rear guard, and we did not move out of camp until noon. The road was very slippery on account of the packed, frozen snow, consequently we made poor progress, marching only about a mile an hour. It was dark when we passed Bath. We marched until ten o’clock to-night, and are camped four miles south of Bath. Very cold, and our beds are made on fence rails, to keep out of the snow.
Three Years in the Confederate Horse Artillery — George Michael Neese.
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