Up at 4 and on the road at 5. The most beautiful sunrise
from the vast height. A grand view of mountains stretching away for miles in
all directions. 2nd Ohio in advance. Reached Moorfield at 10 A. M. Remained
till 2 P. M. Returned via northwestern grade. Camped 13 miles from M. on an old
gentleman's farm. I had quite a talk with him. He owned a farm, sterile and
poor, of 200 acres in among the hills. He was 70 years of age. Moved there 34
years since when all was a wilderness. Had never owned a slave. Had cleaned up the
farm, built a log house and made all the improvements with his own hands. It
made him almost crazy to see all going to destruction in one night — all his
fences, outbuildings, cattle, sheep and fowls. An only son at home, an invalid.
Had always been true to the government. Only wished that God would now call
him, that he might be with his many friends in the church yard — pointing to it
near by — and this aspect of suffering and starvation be taken from him.
SOURCE: Frances Andrews Tenney, War Diary Of Luman
Harris Tenney, p. 136
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