June 4. [Okolona, Mississippi]—This place is filled with strangers; the rear of the army being here— quartermasters, commissaries, etc. Mrs. T.’s house is like a hotel; the men walk into it without asking any questions, sit down at the table, take what they want, and some times they pay. Mrs. T. has not the heart to prevent it, as the men seem to be so hungry.
Dr. H. introduced me to Colonel Hunt, of the Ninth Kentucky Regiment. He is a very handsome man, and is an uncle of John Morgan’s.
