October 18 — I slept very little last night, as we camped near the railroad and almost under a trestle, and train after train passed over the trestle and kept up a fussy rumbling all night. This morning our friends of the One Hundred and Third New York Infantry put us in a train and shipped us to Harper’s Ferry. We were shipped in box cars, with sentinels with fixed bayonets on each side of the doors, to keep us from jumping off and breaking our necks. We are now quartered in an old factory building that stands right on the bank of the Shenandoah, in the suburb of Harper’s Ferry.
Three Years in the Confederate Horse Artillery — George Michael Neese.
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