the advance, and threw out a skirmish
line of one reg’t, the rest following in
line we through the fields & woods on
each side of the road. We pushed on
at a rapid rate, driving them 7 miles,
through & out of the town of Sandersville.
It was amusing to see the consternation
of the females, as our line swept on
through their gardens & backyards, tearing
down fences as we went, and uncer-
emoniously invading their most private
premises, not excluding the hen roosts,
which were attended to more particular-
ly by the dog robbers (mil. for officers’
servants), who followed close in our
wake to pick up all such spoils of war.
One old Meg Merrilies stood in her door
with uplifted arms, and called down
upon our heads all the curses she could
think of. Most of them, tho’, could only
wring their hands, and cry “The Yanks
are coming, the Yanks are coming” After
all this you may form some idea of our
amusement at seeing by the Savannah &
Augusta papers that we had met with a
severe repulse at Sandersville. Our
only source of information was, of course