Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-08-29
Communicated.
For the Pomeros Weekly Telegraph.
How We Go.
MEMPHIS, Aug. 10, 1862.

MEMPHIS, Aug. 10, 1862.
"Our arms and accouterments are shown,
Our horses virtues, and our own"
Mr.. Editor:-Allow me, through the
columns of the Telegraph, to give your
readers brief description of the way
our army moves when at it's leisure, and
contemplating going some distance
One inducement I have for penning this
article is, that we know that Meigs
county is patriotic little spot, and
many of her sons are, probably, at this
time, intending to be one of US, and this
is offered as foretaste of what they will
one day perform.
On the 18th of July Gen. Sherman's s
Division received orders to prepare for
three days march. These orders were
received with pleasure, for we had been
bushwhacking SO long, that our cloth
ing was worn out, and we were sadly in
need of rest, and refreshment. So, at it
we went with will, and the final order
to move found us ready. Our Division
is composed of the three brigades.-
The First Brigade, Gen. Mcdowell com :
mander; the Second, Gen. Morgan l..
Smith; and the Third, Gen. Denver
1t was arranged that Gen. Denver's
Brigade should march in front the first
day, Gen. Smith 3 the second, and Gen.
Mcdowell s the third day. Now, reader,
suppose yourself at the street corner in
the village of Moscow, early on the
morning of July 18th, 1862, to witness
the passing Of the 5th Division of the
Army of the Tennessee. The advance
guard of cavalry is already gone, SO you
are not soon enough to see the begin
ming. But sufficient is left to interest
you. In the grove at the left you hear
the sound of fife and drum, and out
marches the I'D Ohio, with the staid
old Colonel Buckland at its head
They file left down the Memphis road, and
away they go. Next comes the 4Sth
Ohio, under command of Lieut.. Col.
Parker; aud, after them, Morton's In-
diana battery, six beautiful brass rifed
guns, of heavy calibre, manned by
Dutchmen And now, what have we here?
Something familiar, as sure as you live.
First comes a good -natured looking
chestnut steed, whose main object seems
to be, not to move too fast. Mounted
upon the aforesaid steed is a pleasant
looking officer, with a short pipe in his
mouth. This is Adjutant Dawes, as
brave a man as there is in our army
He is not so much for saving the Union
as he is for killing the rebels. At the
head of the Regiment rides Colonel
Jones, quiet gentleman, who is ia
vorite with his men, and has none Of
the attributes of a former Colonel we
know of. But am not writing an eu-
logy on officers; so let US view the men
as they pass along, with earns at will"
and the ''route STEP This is the SD
Ohio, and if you look closely you see
many familiar faces, and recognize them
as men who left Ohio last winter with
bran new soger clothes, and brass m cunt
ing to match. Now they are fat, ragged
and saucy. Literally so.
Many of them have no shirts; some
have none of their pants left but the
Wristbands, and many, very many, are
without shoes. Poor fellows! you think.
What wretched thing is war. Save
your pity; these boys were never in bet
ter spirits in their lives, than at the
pesent moment. They are going to
Memphis to rest and enjoy themselves,
after the hardships they have endured.
They are to receive new clothes, be paid
off, and have negroes to labor for them
Look at that ragged fellow there in the
ranks. A blouse serves for shirt and
coat both; one boot and one shoe adorn
his feet, and a pair of drawers, once
white, answer the purpose of pantaloons.
See him as he strides along, his KNAPP
sack on his back, and a coffee pot hung
on the ramrod Of his gun. A grinning
darkey by the roadside makes the mill
tary salute, to which our subject replies,
"Bully for you, Sambo." One year ago
this soldier was quiet, gsnteel young
man, who had fondness for gloves,
young ladies, and fine horses. The
gloves and fine horses he don't care
about now, and, as for young ladies, he
has not seen one for four months, so he
has no opinion ON the subject. These
men don't need your pity; they left
Ohio, volunteers, expecting to bring the
war to close by eating their rations
and having "dress parade
They march out of Moscow, soldiers,
in every sense Of the word. Under
standing their duty, and willing to per-
form it, little do they care for "secesh
Tennessee dysentery" or General Or
ders." IT'S all OF a price to them, and
goes in the three years. So don't pity
them, let them go on their way rejoicing,
and pity those poor fellows whose dread
of war is worse than the reality.
There, the SD is all by, Lieut.. Col.
Fulton bringing up the rear, and look