Three miles southwest
of Adairsville, October 14th.
We marched at sunset last evening and halted not until 3
this a. m. Marched miserably slow the first five miles through a deep gorge,
but about 1 o'clock got straightened out on the Rome and Calhoun road, a good
one, and then got along nicely. In the fighting at Rome yesterday, our folks
whipped them and took some artillery. We got to bed at 3:15, and reveille
sounded at 5 and we marched at 6:30. Not much sleep after marching 20 miles,
was it. We had no crackers this morning, and before I got up my imagination was
reveling in the prospect of a breakfast on parched corn, but at the festive
board the cook surprised us with a mess of pancakes. They looked like plates
cut out of a rubber blanket, and tasted accordingly. One member of the mess
said they just came up to his ideal of a poet's dream. Another, that they only
lacked one thing, and that was the stamp, “Goodyear's Patent.” The Surgeon
advised us to use them sparingly, for, said he, “If they mass against any part
of your interior lines the consequences will be dire.” But we were hard up for
breadstuffs, and closed with the dreadful stuff manfully. Twelve m.—Have
stopped for dinner.
The Rebel army was, or part of it, at Resaca yesterday,
about nine miles from here.
SOURCE: Charles Wright Wills, Army Life of an
Illinois Soldier, p. 310-1
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