Near Macon, Ga., November 21, 1864.
This makes seven
days from Atlanta, 114 miles by the roads we have marched. I think that time
for an army like ours, over bad roads, too, for at least four days, is
unprecedented.
Our cavalry had a
little skirmish at Macon last evening and were driven back. I heard some
cannonading, but don't think it amounted to much. There was a little skirmish
about the rear of our division at 4 this p. m., but beside racing and maybe
capturing some half-dozen of our foragers, it amounted to nothing. Our left
occupied Milledgeville. Governor Brown is here at Macon, also Beauregard, and
they have scraped together some ten or a dozen things to defend the town
with. I don't think from looks at present, that “Pap” is going to try the town,
but can't tell. We have thrown up a little rail barricade this evening, which
looks as if we were intending to destroy the Macon and Savannah railroad, on
which rests the right of our brigade. We are afraid at this writing that Sheaff
Herr was captured to-day. He was foraging where that little skirmish took place
this p. m., and Rebels were seen after, and within 75 yards of him. It has
rained steadily all day and for the last 60 hours, but has turned cold and is
now clear.
SOURCE: Charles Wright Wills, Army
Life of an Illinois Soldier, p. 322
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