Enroute. The day
dawned just in time to see the suburbs (Chicago). We being about five miles
from town received a magnificent view of the Western metropolis. The immense
clouds of smoke issuing from the massive stacks of manufacture, and the
countless rigging of the vessels lying at the dock were great sights to my
country eyes. We arrived at the end of the line at 6:30 A. M. We were
immediately formed in line, and forward march to the depot of the I[llinois] C[entral]
R. R. about a mile distant. We were no sooner there than the shrill whistle
told us we were again on a ride of three hundred and sixty-five miles to Cairo,
without intermission. We crossed an arm of Lake Michigan having a fine view of
the lake. Of our travel across the almost boundless prairies of Illinois I will
not try to describe, but suffice it to say, we arrived at Cairo at 4 A. M.
SOURCE: Jenkin Lloyd
Jones, An Artilleryman's Diary, p. 2-3
