This morning we move early. Instead of dust we now have mud. Today we cross the Hatchie, where General Hurlbut confronted the enemy on his retreat. By the roadside we see the graves of many brave Union soldiers. May the waters of the beautiful Hatchie never disturb their quiet repose; but may they mover over their winding way, and over the projecting rocks chant requiems to the memory of the noble sleepers by her side, who fell there in liberty's great struggle. We pass on through the pine forests and cross the Tuscumbia and go into camp four miles beyond. Being much worn and fatigued from hard marching, rest seems sweet to the soldiers to-night.
SOURCE: Daniel Leib Ambrose, History of the Seventh Regiment Illinois Volunteer Infantry, p. 113
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