Wednesday, July 17, 1861.—All start early on our march. Being sick myself, caused by eating raw beef, without bread, I cannot march, and keep up with my companions. My friends S. A. Howard and H. W. Williams conclude not to leave me. Slept at night under a large sugar maple tree on the roadside.
Thursday, July 18, 1861.—I feel better to-day. Myself and my two companions left the maple tree at daylight. March all day; slept at the house of Mr. Range.
Friday, July 19, 1861.—We are passing through a valley inhabited by clever people. We meet with good treatment.
As nothing unusual occurred on my journey form this place to Monterey and McDowell, I will only say that I arrived there on Monday, July 22d, and found the 1st Georgia Regiment scattered “hither and yon.”