Left camp at
Lumpkins Mills at six o'clock this morning, the 72d in the advance. General
Grant passed us while we were at a halt. I was sitting in a fence corner
keeping myself warm with a splendid fire of fence rails. Nell Towner was with
the escort; it did me good to see him. Encamped for the night on a cotton
plantation. Fence rails, straw, chickens, etc., disappeared as suddenly as if
they had been swept off by a hurricane. The men believe in making themselves
comfortable. Skirmishing ahead, our forces cross the Tallahatchie river, having
to take the artillery apart to get it across on a small flat boat that was
found.
SOURCE: Joseph
Stockton, War Diary (1862-5) of Brevet Brigadier General Joseph
Stockton, p. 5
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