April 22— We renewed our march early this morning through Brock’s Gap. We crossed one of the main branches of the headwaters of the North Fork of the Shenandoah some six or eight times during the day. At one ford the water was deep and the current rapid. The water ran into our limber chests, but fortunately did no serious damage, as it only wet the butt end of the shell. We followed one of the incipient headstreams of the Little Shenandoah until it dwindled down to a little mountain rill, and then we crossed a little ridge and struck the headwaters of Lost River, which flows through a narrow mountain-hemmed valley along the southeastern edge of Hardy County. Camped this evening where the Mount Jackson and Moorefield road crosses Lost River, about twenty miles southeast of Moorefield and about twenty miles northwest of Mount Jackson.
Three Years in the Confederate Horse Artillery — George Michael Neese.
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