It was enough to make the bravest and most patriotic soul that ever fired a gun in defense of any cause on earth, think of rebelling against the authorities as they then were.

Every private soldier knew these stores were there, and for the want of them we lost our cause.
Reader, I ask you who you think was to blame?
Most of our army had already passed through hungry and disheartened, and here were all these stores that had to be destroyed.

Before setting fire to the town, every soldier in Maney's and Polk's brigades loaded himself down with rations.

It was a laughable looking rear guard of a routed and retreating army.

Every one of us had cut open the end of a corn sack, emptied out the corn, and filled it with hard-tack, and, besides, every one of us had a side of bacon hung to our bayonets on our guns.