At the risk of tiring you I will
resume the thread of my narrative.
One little incident I must not forget
as it shows the advantage of being
a “regular brick”. The day that my
Co. went foraging, the Serg’t Major
was taken prisoner, while off the road,
by two Johnnies; one, a furloughed
soldier from Lee’s army was for
hanging him on the spot, when the
other, espying a Masonic pin that he
wore, interfered and saved his life,
though he had to let the other take his
watch and money. After being a pris–
oner several days he made his escape
and, falling in with the 14th Corps, rejoined
us at Sandersville. This was indeed a
narrow squeak for his neck, as he would
assuredly have gone up but for this
single thing.
Dec. 1st We struck the swampy belt
that extends along the whole Atlantic
coast. Real old North Carolina walking,
up to your knees in mud & water
and camp reached at 1 A.M. The next
night we did better for we got in by
10, Dec. 3. Visited the Stockades near
Millen, where recently were 32000