June 2 — It rained all last night, and we were lying in it without tents. At daylight we renewed our march up the Valley. The road was very muddy and slushy.
We overtook Jackson’s wagon train again, which thronged the road and moved slowly. I think that a shell or two in the right place would increase the speed of his trains, which would be highly beneficial just now to all concerned, as the Yanks are pressing our rear and itching for a fight. One mile south of Edenburg, on a commanding hill, we halted and went in position, which we held till nearly night. While we were there we heard cannon firing, which seemed to be below Woodstock. Quartered in a barn near Red Banks.
