June 11, 1864.
Colonel Wright and I rode out to the front to-day. The
Johnnies are about one and one-half miles from us, and occupying what looks
like a very strong position. Rumor says that Sherman has said that he can force
them to leave here any moment, but will wait for supplies and the roads to dry
up. The cars got to Big Shanty about noon to-day, and indulged in a long and
hilarious shriek. The Rebel locomotive about two miles further down the road
answered with a yell of defiance.
I hear to-day that the 23d Corps took 2,000 prisoners
and two cannon. I guess its yes. Rosencrans is actually coming, they say. I
don't think we need him. Sherman moves very cautiously, and everybody feels the
utmost confidence in him. I saw him yesterday — seems to me he is getting
fleshy. He don't look as though he had anything more important than a 40-acre
farm to attend to.
It has rained almost all day. You musn't expect me to write
anything but military now, for it is about all we think of.
SOURCE: Charles Wright Wills, Army Life of an
Illinois Soldier, p. 258
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