Thursday, December 24, 2015

Chapter 95


CHAPTER XCV
Friday, 17th.  We marched to Zion’s church and went into camp.  The enemy were massing in our front, and in order to be ready to repel any attack he might  make upon us, our army was concentrated here and orders were issued to the Corps Commanders to keep their commands well in hand and to keep their columns in supporting distance of each other.
Saturday, 18th.  We crossed the Saluda river at about 10 o’clock, a. m., and marched very rapidly.  We encamped early in the afternoon, having marched about ten miles.
Sunday, 19th.  We broke camp about noon and marched five miles in a very leisure manner when we went into bivouac for the night.
Monday, 20th.  We crossed the Broad river near Alston about six miles to the North of Columbia, the capital of the State.  We heard some cannonading and could plainly see the smoke of the burning city.  We marched in the direction of Winsboro’ traveling about 8 miles.
Tuesday, 21st.  We marched about 12 miles, passing through Winsboro’ and encamped for the night.
Wednesday, 22nd.  We marched to Rocky Mount on the Catawba River and pontooned it.  We marched about six miles.
Thursday, 23rd.  We crossed the river and marched fourteen miles in the midst of a drenching rain, making the roads almost impassable.
Friday, 24th.  We marched about 5 miles in the direction of Hanging Rock, traveling about 5 miles.  The rain continued to fall, making the marching very disagreeable.
Saturday, 25th.  Owing to the heavy rain we remained in camp during the day.
Sunday, 26th.  We marched to Hanging Rock and went into camp having marched about 7 miles.
Monday, 27th.  Broke camp about noon and marched 3 miles and encamped for the night.
Tuesday, 28th.  We marched about 3 miles beyond Black Creek near McDonald.  We remained in camp during the remainder of the day awaiting orders to march and when they did not arrive the boys passed the time in hunting alligators in a swamp which was in the vicinity.  They succeeded in capturing four large ones and according to one of the darkies of the place: “It wawent a good day for aligatos nohow.”
On the march the men made it an especial point to shoot all the bloodhounds they could find, and it was not an uncommon occurrence to find from two to a half dozen, lying dead in the neighborhood of every wealthy planter’s residence.  These ferocious brutes were used to recapture Union prisoners who frequently made attempts to escape and make their way into the Union lines.
Wednesday, March 1.  We marched about 3 miles beyond Black Creek and went into camp.
Thursday, 2nd.  We broke camp at noon and marched in the direction of Chesterfield, making about 6 miles.
Friday, March 3rd.  We marched about 11 miles and encamped in the vicinity of Chesterfield Court House.
Saturday, 4th.  We marched about 1 mile beyond the North Caroline line, near Sneedsboro’ on the Great Peedee River.  Marched about 9 miles.
The country over which we had been traveling for the past few days was of great interest to us, as it was the scene where during the revolutionary war was enacted the greater part of General Francis Marion’s, the Swamp Fox of the Revolution, bold and daring adventures, which had always claimed our boyish admiration.
Sunday, 5th.  We remained in camp all day.
Monday 6th.  We broke camp early in the morning and at about ten o’clock, a. m., we reached the town of Cheraw.  This was one of the largest towns we passed through in the State.  We remained in town four or five hours and took advantage of the time we had to see the sights.
We visited the cemetery and stood before the grave of General Francis Marion.  In another part of the same yard we found another grave which was marked with a stone which contained one of the oddest inscriptions we ever beheld and which read something like this:
“Reader, here rest the remains of
Who it matters not to you.
Pass on.”
We visited a printing office which we found knocked into pi, the hand press broken and the type all scattered over the office, and everything in the greatest confusion.
Our troops captured several hundred barrels of turpentine, all of which was destroyed.  The barrels were rolled to the river and the heads busted in and the contents of the barrels were allowed to run into the stream.
The town contained a large arsenal and which was destroyed by blowing it up, greatly to the detriment of the windows of the houses in the immediate neighborhood of it.
A large detail was made to destroy everything of any public value in the place.  The men constructed a battering ram in the following manner.  They took four heavy pieces of oak timber, chained them together near the top, then rearing them in the air they spread the lower ends of the timber out in the direction of the four points, and thus they secured a stout and firm frame­work.  From the center of this framework, they fastened by means of heavy chains, three long pieces of railroad iron which could be made to swing backward and forward to the full length of the chain.  By the aid of this machine a number of brick houses used by the rebels for hospitals, were battered down.  The ram was placed in the middle of the street and then by means of a stout rope the men would draw the rails back and leaving the rope fly at a given signal, the rails would swing across the street and strike the building with a considerable force and by this means the building would finally be knocked down.
A large number of sick and wounded prisoners were captured here, all of which were paroled by the proper officers.
At about two o’clock we crossed the Great Peedee river and marched five miles on the Fayetteville road and went into camp, having marched a distance of at least 18 miles.
Tuesday, 7th.  We marched about 15 miles on the same road, crossing the state line and entering North Carolina a little before noon.  We reached camp at dusk, halting for the night in a large pine forest, and where we ran a big risk in having our eyes smoked out.  The fires were all made with pine and our coffee, meat, as well as everything else we prepared for our evening meal was very highly seasoned with pitch-pine.

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