One mile South of
Ackworth, June 16, 1864.
We moved through town and arrived here this p. m. Ackworth
is a nice little town. All the “ton”
have moved south.
We will lay here two days, and then for Atlanta again. I was
out of provisions all day yesterday, and when I got a supply last night filled
up to suffocation, but feel splendidly to-day. They credit a prisoner with
saying that Sherman will never go to hell, for he'll flank the devil and make
heaven in spite of all the guards. The army is in glorious spirits. I hope the
next time to date from Atlanta, but can hardly hope that for three weeks yet.
SOURCE: Charles Wright Wills, Army Life of an
Illinois Soldier, p. 256
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