January 6 — Early this morning we renewed our march, and little before sunset we arrived at our old camp a mile east of New Market. It rained nearly all day. We traveled about one hundred and fifty miles on this little scout, and all that was accomplished on the whole expedition, discoverable by a private, is we stirred up the Yanks, and our cavalry on the night that we passed through Petersburg captured a large sheet iron bake-oven on wheels, and brought it along to camp.
Three Years in the Confederate Horse Artillery — George Michael Neese.
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