In the evening we
move about four miles across an almost impassable swamp and go into camp. The seventy
thousand are now making a terrible stride in South Carolina, moving through the
swamps, the favorite haunts of the slave hunter and his blood hounds. But the
tables are turning; other hounds will soon yelp down here—Sherman's fierce
hounds of war,—they will go sweeping on their path for freedom and law, making
John C. Calhoun restless in his tomb.
SOURCE: abstracted
from Daniel Leib Ambrose, History of the Seventh Regiment Illinois
Volunteer Infantry, p. 294
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