of red clay were very slippery and greasy.
In the fore noon we passed through the
County town of Covington, quite a pretty
place. As we marched down the principal
streets with bands playing and colors
displayed, it was very amusing to see
the length and sourness of the inhabitants’
faces as they timidly peeped out of doors
and windows to see the Yanks go by.
Shortly afterwards we crossed the Ocmulgee
on a pontoon bridge.
The next day, Sunday, 20th, Cos. D & G went
out foraging for the reg’t. Starting at 6 o’clock
we left the main road, went off two miles to
a farm house, where we stopped, caught a
yoke of steers in a field, put them in a
cart, filled it with sweet potatoes, molasses
and chickens impressed a negro to drive and returned to the road,
catching up with the reg’t shortly after they
got into camp. We marched 22 miles that
day. In the afternoon, we passed a plantation
of 6000 acres, formerly planted with cotton but
now with corn, where 200 negroes were owned.
Their lord and master sat in the door of
his house, by no means a handsome one,
surrounded by his women kind, and ruefully
scratching his head as he gazed on the
burning cotton gin opposite. That night