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orders came to strike tents, and in fifteen minutes we were on the move. Our rout lay through rich bottom land, covered with plantations. The roads were impassable from mud, so that we were obliged to wind around through the plantations as best we could. We passed through several plantations where corn is large enough to plough, some of them the acres could be counted by hundreds. Imagine to yourself an enemy passing through our Neighborhood, your fences are torn down, heavy baggage, and Artilery waggons pass through the front yard, without any regard to shrubery or any thing else. Soldiers walking right into a house, and takeing whatever fancy dictates, when night comes the first thought is,