We had pontoons made for the purpose of crossing streams.

When we would get to a stream, the pontoons would be thrown across, and Hood's army would cross.

Yank would halloo over and say, "Well, Johnny, have you got everything across ?" "Yes," would be the answer.

"Well, we want these old pontoons, as you will not need them again." And they would take them.
We passed all those glorious battlefields, that have been made classic in history, frequently coming across the skull of some poor fellow sitting on top of a stump, grinning a ghastly smile; also the bones of horses along the road, and fences burned and destroyed, and occasionally the charred remains of a once fine dwelling house.

Outside of these occasional reminders we could see no evidence of the desolation of the track of an invading army.