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...