Marched on towards
Cowskin Prairie. A little skirmish on the road. Our course lay mostly among the
Ozark Hills. A rich country and beautiful scenery. Reminded me of Vermont
scenes. Enjoyed the ride much. As we struck Cowskin Prairie, a little beyond
Elk Mill, we saw a band of thirty armed and mounted men. When we learned they
were rebels, we followed, Co. "G" pursuing on their track, and Co.
"A" going around a piece of timber. They had too much of a start and
escaped. Exciting time. Scouts and spies of the enemy out in every direction. The
Major said after we had rallied, that our squad, who had gone three miles
farther than most of them, had been within a mile of a camp of 400 men. We were
fourteen miles from Marysville where Coffee with 1,000 men was reported. We
were in the Cherokee nation. Fine country. Enjoyed it well.
SOURCE: Frances
Andrews Tenney, War Diary Of Luman Harris Tenney, p. 14
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