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George C. Burmeister diary, 1863
1863-11-20
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of former prosperity, and appears to be a good agricultural country. We marched till three o’clock P.M. when we rested at a small town called Germantown, a distance of 15 miles from Memphis, it is nearly deserted by citizens, some troops of our division are stationed here. We went into camp. I got a good oyster supper, which refreshed me very much; I feel quite tired tonight, for we marched without any rest right along. It rained hard. Friday 20. At two o’clock this morning the bugle bade us to leave our beds and prepare for another walk. It rained furiously; during the night a number of tents were blown over by the storm and their occupants uncerimoniously turned out into the pitiless rain. At daylight we were again practicing pedestrianism on the road to Collierville, which small village so renowned for the several recent battles fought there, we reached at one P.M., the rain accompanied us, making us feel, similar to the condition of the roads, rather disagreeable. At 6 P.M. we arrived at an insignificant place called Lafayette, where we camped, tired, hungry, and wet. The country through which we passed is broken, apparently fertile and well settled
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of former prosperity, and appears to be a good agricultural country. We marched till three o’clock P.M. when we rested at a small town called Germantown, a distance of 15 miles from Memphis, it is nearly deserted by citizens, some troops of our division are stationed here. We went into camp. I got a good oyster supper, which refreshed me very much; I feel quite tired tonight, for we marched without any rest right along. It rained hard. Friday 20. At two o’clock this morning the bugle bade us to leave our beds and prepare for another walk. It rained furiously; during the night a number of tents were blown over by the storm and their occupants uncerimoniously turned out into the pitiless rain. At daylight we were again practicing pedestrianism on the road to Collierville, which small village so renowned for the several recent battles fought there, we reached at one P.M., the rain accompanied us, making us feel, similar to the condition of the roads, rather disagreeable. At 6 P.M. we arrived at an insignificant place called Lafayette, where we camped, tired, hungry, and wet. The country through which we passed is broken, apparently fertile and well settled
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