La Fayette, Tenn. New Year's
morning truly, but hard to realize. There was no cordial face of a sister or
blooming face of a brother to greet me with a "Happy New Year," no
stocking ransacked for a Santa Claus present. But I was soon aroused from my
reverie by the blunt order from Lieutenant Clark "Feed your horses and rub
them off well." So I returned to a soldier's duties. Took up the line of
march early, passed through Collierville 1 P. M. 4 P. M. met Captain Dillon and
Lieutenant Hood, who told us the Battery was waiting for us at LaFayette, two
miles ahead. We joined them by 5 P. M. leaving the train of hard-tack to take
care of itself. The train coming up to the station, we watered our horses in
the Wolf River.
SOURCE: Jenkin Lloyd Jones, An Artilleryman's Diary, p. 24
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