Diary of Private Jenkin Lloyd Jones: Thursday, August 14, 1862

Spring Green, Wis.  I enlisted under Lieutenant Fancher for the 6th Battery, Wisconsin Artillery.

SOURCE: Jenkin Lloyd Jones, An Artilleryman's Diary, p. 1

Diary of Private Jenkin Lloyd Jones: Monday, August 25, 1862

Madison, Wis. I bade good-bye to friends, relatives and companions most dear, and at 8 o'clock embarked for Madison to begin my soldier's life. Arrived at camp at 12 M. and slept my first night on the lap of mother earth with Uncle Sam's blanket for a coverlid and a few rough boards raised about four feet in the center for a roof. I laid down; my eyelids were heavy and demanded sleep but the mind wandered and the stars shone bright and it was long ere sleep threw her curtain over the scene.

SOURCE: Jenkin Lloyd Jones, An Artilleryman's Diary, p. 1

Diary of Private Jenkin Lloyd Jones: Tuesday, August 26, 1862

Madison. I got partially rested by my short sleep, but I was awake long ere the rising of the sun. I awoke to a different scene to which had hitherto been my lot. Instead of the lowing of cattle and the bleating of sheep, was the rattle of the drum and the "hooray" of the volunteers.

To-day we were examined by the surgeon and went up-town for the purpose of drawing our bounty money, but the press of business was too large, and we were put off till the next day. In the evening I had to bid good-bye to my brother John, who had accompanied me to camp. It was a difficult task—my constant companion in labor, my adviser and counsel in everything. I had to part. It seemed as if I was like a ship on sea without a compass, without other safeguard than my own firmness and weight.

SOURCE: Jenkin Lloyd Jones, An Artilleryman's Diary, p. 1-2

Diary of Private Jenkin Lloyd Jones: Wednesday, August 27, 1862

Madison.  I had to pass through the regular scramble-game for my rations, and drew the bounty in the afternoon, went around town and bought my outfit, ready to leave.

SOURCE: Jenkin Lloyd Jones, An Artilleryman's Diary, p. 2

Diary of Private Jenkin Lloyd Jones: Thursday, August 28, 1862

Enroute. To-day we were informed that we were to be sent on in the evening. I wrote my first letter home and in the evening we started for "Dixie" at 10 P. M. It was dark and we could not see anything to attract our attention so our minds had free scope to wander home to loved ones, and it was a saddening thought that we were to leave all of these, to meet at best a very uncertain fate. We passed on to Milton where our car was uncoupled and taken up by the Janesville R. R., and off we rocked for another four or five hours' ride, half asleep, and by this time somewhat fatigued. At Janesville we changed cars for Chicago, it being about 1 A. M.

SOURCE: Jenkin Lloyd Jones, An Artilleryman's Diary, p. 2

Diary of Private Jenkin Lloyd Jones: Friday, August 29, 1862

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

Diary of Private Jenkin Lloyd Jones: Saturday, August 30, 1862

Cairo, Ill. We were astir early to catch the first sight of the far-famed city of Cairo (Ill.), and certainly an unhappy surprise we found it; the combined medley of filth and disorder, the streets rough, the sidewalks torn' and tattered, rendering it dangerous to travel, lest they should throw one headlong to the ditch.

SOURCE: Jenkin Lloyd Jones, An Artilleryman's Diary, p. 3