Forenoon I rambled
down the bottom & through a cotton plantation & to a burning cotton gin
& back to camp afternoon MH Hare our Chaplain & I rode out some 2½ or 3
miles was to see the Kansas 5th Cavelry we viewed some fine plantations went to
a cotton gin & I got a sack of seed to send to Iowa, we returned & I
was on Dress perade. the afternoon & night is echoing with the clatter of
buisey men preparing & moving by Companies & Regiments, Cavalry &
Infantry & Artillery & going on board of the fleet of steamers here,
the tramp of man & beasts the ratling of wagons the hollowing of teamsters
men & officers, the musick of the buglers, the fifes & drums, & the
hoarse cough of the steamers with their keen shrill whistle makes
the atmosphere in this valley tremble with the mingled sounds &
reverberate along the hills
SOURCE: Edgar R.
Harlan, Currator, Annals of Iowa, 3rd Series, Vol. 15, No. 2,
October 1925, pp. 103-4
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