About this time the assembly sounded and we were ordered to march.

But we couldn't march worth a cent.

There we had to stay until our systems had had sufficient recuperation.

And we would wonder what all this marching was for, as the war was over anyhow.
The second day after leaving Warm Springs we came to Big Springs.
It was in the month of August, and the biggest white frost fell that I ever saw in winter.
The Yankees were reported to be in close proximity to us, and Captain Field with a detail of ten men was sent forward on the scout.

I was on the detail, and when we left camp that evening, it was dark and dreary and drizzling rain.