One hundred and twelve miles of steady rain, and the best country since
we left Central Georgia. Looks real Northern like. Small farms and nice white,
tidy dwellings. Wheat fields look very well. In the cornfields rows are five
feet apart, and one stalk the size of a candle, in a hill. But at every house
there were from 200 to 1,000 bushels of corn and an abundance of fodder.
Sherman said yesterday that our campaign is over, and to-day Howard issued an
order that all foraging for provisions shall cease, there being enough rations
in the wagons to last us through. I dreamed last night of being at home on
leave and seeing you all, and starting back to the army again. Only 90 miles
yet to mail.
SOURCE: Charles Wright Wills, Army Life of an Illinois Soldier,
p. 358-9
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