Thursday, 4th.—Marched to Paris to-day, through the most beautiful country I ever saw; all covered over with blue grass. Road, with one little deviation, to cross a creek, is perfectly straight for sixteen miles.
Robert M. Magill—Personal Reminiscences of a Confederate Soldier Boy.
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