August 15 — We were on the march all day. Camped to-night at Louisa Court House. We have been in the hot sultry lowlands for several months, where we did not get a glimpse of even a pretty hill, consequently to-day, when we first sighted the grand, cool-looking mountain peaks pictured against the western sky, the company gave three cheers for the Blue Ridge.
Three Years in the Confederate Horse Artillery — George Michael Neese.
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