November 4 — This morning at sunrise we were ordered to Snicker’s Ferry on the Shenandoah River, five miles from Berryville. We struck out from our picket post immediately after we received the order, passed through Charlestown and Berryville, and went within a mile of the ferry and halted. The Yankees were on the Blue Ridge opposite the ferry, but some of D. H. Hill’s infantry were guarding the ford and the Yankees had no artillery there, consequently we were not needed and we moved back to Berryville, where our wagons are, and camped. We arrived at Berryville after dark. The weather is getting cold.
Three Years in the Confederate Horse Artillery — George Michael Neese.
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