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dusk we crossed the Cumberland River over a Bridge, where fourteen years ago I passed it, on a boat going to Pittsburg Landing--We were transferred to another Sleeper at Milan, so as to not be Unclear at Louisville Depot so that we could sleep as long as we wished, the rest of the train going on. We were left on a side track asleep some time in the early morning, where waking about six