ed our corner, several families of negroes and refugees
stowed themselves away. Horses sent by land in charge of Sergeant
Keeler.

Chattanooga, Friday, Nov. 11. Spent the night in broken slumbers stowed
away in the smallest imaginable space under a caisson, very cold.
Daylight found us near Dalton. Stopped an hour to await trains. Several
more families of refugees stowed their baggage away under our carriages.
Boys procured whiskey on Simpson's order, several becoming gloriously
tight. 11 A. M. ran into another train, throwing one car off the tracks
and frightening several women. Lots of the boys jumped off, slightly
injured, but not seriously. The road along here has evidences of Hood's
depredations, for miles bent rails, etc.

2 P. M. we entered the "Hawk's Nest", Chattanooga, busy as ever. Mule
teams and refugees so thick we could hardly move. Here we stopped,
having no orders to go farther. Simpson telegraphed to Major Stolbrand.
Had we the orders we would have gone to Nashville 5 P. M. but as it was
we must lay over. Met four recruits at Ringgold, took them along. Two of
them brothers to our 1st Sergeant and Quartermaster, four of them
together now.

Whiteside, Tenn., Saturday, Nov. 12. Another night spent in our narrow
bed, but slept comfortable. Staid in town till 1 P. M. Strolled over the
town which showed evidence on every side of the great scale upon which
this war is conducted. A wagon bridge has been built across the
Tennessee here, near where we were hid from Bragg about a year ago, a
beautiful and expensive piece of mechanism.

D. J. D. and myself visited our old teacher, Professor, now Lieutenant
Silsby. Found him looking well and on duty as officer of the day. His
regimentals became him well. He received us cordially, but we could not
stay long. Ah, what different circumstances did we now meet, to those
which existed three years ago. The book and slate are laid aside, and
alas! almost forgotten, the bugle and sabre followed instead.

One o'clock we started on a heavily-loaded train, four more following.
Rounded the august point of Lookout in great haste, when we had about
ten miles of up-grade. Our engine was too weak for the load, often like
an overloaded team refused to try and stopped still, most of the time
going no faster than we would go afoot. Reached Whiteside 4 P. M. where
we had to lie over till morning, a train ahead of us having run off the
track on the bridge over Running Waters, on