It was with a bounding heart, brimful of gratitude to God, that I stepped on board the Dakota and bade farewell to Haines Bluff on the secon...

Vicksburg is ours; Johnson defeated and his forces scattered; our work in Mississippi is performed, and we have taken up the line of march f...

Haines Bluff, Miss.   We arrived at our old camp yesterday—twenty days from the time we left it—the toughest twenty days of our experience. ...

Haines Bluff. We did not leave on the 23d, as was rumored, but are still in our old camp, enjoying a short season of repose preparatory to o...

July 3d, 1863. We are encamped six miles from Haines Bluff, on a ridge of ground, in a perfect wilderness. I have hardly seen level ground...

Haines Bluff, Miss. Once more on land, and glad are we of the change. We arrived at the mouth of the Yazoo at ten o'clock yesterday morn...

Haines Bluff. Yesterday, as I was strolling through the ravines, picking berries, I came across a spring of delicious water, cold and pure. ...

Haines Bluff, Miss.   We get no news from the outside world. Not even the New York Herald or Detroit Free Press, those blatant organs of sec...