On the morning of
the 10th we move towards Richmond. For some cause unknown we do not enter the
city, but are ordered into camp three miles from the bridge that spans the
James river. remain in camp here until the 14th, when Sherman's victorious army
enters Richmond. We pass Libby Prison, which seemed to send an appeal from her
dark recesses to Sherman's army to sweep the city from the earth. But Sherman
held the rein, and Richmond fell not a victim to their wrath. We pass on
through the city, moving on the road leading to Fredericksburg, where we arrive
and cross the Rappahannock on the 16th. Night coming on, we go into camp on the
banks of the Potomac. In the evening we look away in the distance and behold
its winding way. What a tale of blood could this river tell. But the story will
never be known until a book unscanned by mortal eyes shall be unfolded before
the assembled universe.
SOURCE: abstracted
from Daniel Leib Ambrose, History of the Seventh Regiment Illinois
Volunteer Infantry, p. 308-9
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