Three miles south of
Kingston, October 12, 1864.
Started at daylight this morning. The Rebels were then at
Rome. Stopped here at 5 p. m. It is understood that the Rebel Army has moved
southwest into Alabama.
Passed through the best country to-day that we have seen in
Georgia. We are camped on what has been a splendid plantation (equal to
anything on Copperas creek), and on the only clover field, I think, in Georgia.
This is about the only ground on which I have seen the Jamestown weed,
plantain, or clover. We are very scare of forage, and the officers turned their
horses out on the clover to graze. The Northern stock enjoyed it exceedingly,
but the Southern horses did not know enough to eat it. They nosed around among
the rich bundles of clover to pick out the weeds and hard wild grass, the
latter not near as good as our poorest prairie grass.
SOURCE: Charles Wright Wills, Army Life of an
Illinois Soldier, p. 309
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