Rienzi. The 3rd Section, Lieutenant Hood, went out in
front and the first fell back to its old grounds. Foraging party brought in two
loads of corn, three neat cattle, one sheep, twelve geese, seven hens, two or
three bushels of sweet potatoes.
SOURCE: Jenkin Lloyd
Jones, An Artilleryman's Diary, p. 5
*A something
whispers to me that if this should ever be read by housekeeper, it may call up
unpleasant reminiscences of "ironing days." I hope not.
SOURCE: Alfred L.
Castleman, The Army of the Potomac. Behind the Scenes. A Diary of
Unwritten History; From the Organization of the Army, by General George B.
McClellan, to the close of the Campaign in Virginia about the First Day
January, 1863, p. 37
Was quite unwell for
a day or so. Nothing of particular interest occurred. Foraging parties were
sent out to gather all the provisions and vegetables they could, as scurvy was
making its appearance in a slight form. Visited the University of Mississippi
with Doctor Powell. Buildings were fine and well built, grounds handsome and I
saw the finest astronomical apparatus, they say, that there is in the country;
also a splendid collection of minerals purchased of a Mr. Budd in New York.
Weather beautiful.
SOURCE: Joseph
Stockton, War Diary (1862-5) of Brevet Brigadier General Joseph
Stockton, p. 6
Sunday morning the
regiment was ordered out on grand guard. Went up on hill some two miles from
camp—heavy firing heard in the distance—McArthur's division in the advance and
the rebels are falling back before him. As I sat on a log this morning about
church time I thought of many dear friends wending their way to church and how
the church bells were ringing at home, speaking of nothing but peace, while, in
dear old St. James, many are listening to the glorious anthems and the litany
of the church. I wondered to myself if any there give their thoughts to the
absent ones who loved their country better than all the pleasure and comforts
of home and are willing to die for it. How different here; everything speaks of
war and desolation—foraging wagon trains constantly coming in, bringing cattle,
pigs, chickens, turkeys, everything they can lay their hands on. On the other
side of the creek are regiments marching forward, their colors flying, bands
playing, men chewing, while in the distance is the sound of McArthur's guns or
rebel ones returning their fire. I would not be in Chicago if I could.
SOURCE: Joseph
Stockton, War Diary (1862-5) of Brevet Brigadier General Joseph
Stockton, p. 5
Up to this morning nothing has transpired to disturb the quiet of our camp near Rome; but this afternoon a little excitement is created in camp by the attacking of a foraging party sent out in the morning under the command of acting-Lieutenant Billington of Company C, which resulted in the killing by the guerrillas of acting Lieutenant Billington of Company C, and the wounding of privates William Ross and Frits of company D, and Dr. Felty of the hospital department, and the loss of all the mules belonging to the teams. Companies H and K are despatched at once to the scene of death and robbery, but no guerrillas are to be found, all having fled in great haste. The fray happened at a noted rebel's house, to which we apply the torch, and return to camp.
SOURCE: Daniel Leib Ambrose, History of the Seventh Regiment Illinois Volunteer Infantry, p. 248-9
Our scouts and
patrols are now continually picking up stray guerrillas. This morning Captain
Ring sends to headquarters at Baily Springs, seven prisoners captured since our
arrival here. Patrols are again sent to the Tennessee river, which now is a
daily duty. Nothing new to-day, save some fine horses brought in this evening
by the foraging parties. The Seventh is feasting high to-night.
SOURCE: Daniel Leib
Ambrose, History of the Seventh Regiment Illinois Volunteer Infantry,
p. 230
This morning a foraging expedition is sent out under the command of Captain Yager, of Company G. Nothing discovered, nothing obtained a fruitless expedition.
This morning companies C, G and H, commanded by Major Estabrook, go out on a foraging expedition. We go about three miles—load our wagons with corn, fodder and sweet potatoes, and strap all we can to the mules, and then start for camp. Entering camp the detachment reminds us of what might be called a moving "fodder panorama."
This morning we are ordered to remain here and keep the mill running until we have enough ground to do us until we get back to Corinth. Foraging parties are being sent out in every direction. We are now compelled to subsist wholly upon the country.
Last night a train arrived from Memphis bringing provisions, but not sufficient to relieve us from half rations. Things look gloomy in and around Corinth. The troops are compelled to subsist in part on corn obtained by the foraging parties. The Seventh is now shelling corn for the purpose of making hominy. Should the rebels make a raid now upon Corinth (for which the soldiers al hope and pray) we dare say they would be met in a becoming manner, and somebody would be made sick-we are strongly of the opinion that it would not be the Union soldiers.
SOURCE: Daniel Leib Ambrose, History of the Seventh Regiment Illinois Volunteer Infantry, p. 127-8
