. War from the inside; or, Personal experiences, impressions, and reminiscences of one of the "boys" in the war of the rebellion . capturing the bread, and,second, bringing it into camp intact, the latter act beingconsidered supremely self-sacrificing. It was magnani-mously divided by him, and made a supper for three ofus. Our mid-day meal had been made up of dust andexcitement. All sorts of rumors were afloat as to the movementsof the enemy, as well as of our own army. It was saidJackson was across the Potomac with a large force; thatHooker was engaging him, and that we were likely tobag the
. War from the inside; or, Personal experiences, impressions, and reminiscences of one of the "boys" in the war of the rebellion . capturing the bread, and,second, bringing it into camp intact, the latter act beingconsidered supremely self-sacrificing. It was magnani-mously divided by him, and made a supper for three ofus. Our mid-day meal had been made up of dust andexcitement. All sorts of rumors were afloat as to the movementsof the enemy, as well as of our own army. It was saidJackson was across the Potomac with a large force; thatHooker was engaging him, and that we were likely tobag the balance of Lees army soon. One thing I learned,namely, that I could be sure only of what I saw, and thatwas very little, indeed, of the doings of either army. Thesoldier who professes to know all about army movementsbecause he was there, may be set down either as abummer, who spent most of his time up trees, safely en-sconced where he could see, or as a fake. My diary records a night of good rest September i6,1862, in this camp on the Shepherdstown road. The morn-ing was clear, beautiful, and cheery. This entry will look 50. COLONEL VINCENT M. WILCOX Battle of South Mountain somewhat remarkable in view of that which follows,namely, No breakfast in sight or in prospect. Laterone of our men gave me half his cup of coffee and acouple of small sweet potatoes, which I roasted and atewithout seasoning, The ball opened soon after daylight by a rebel bat-tery, about three-quarters of a mile away, attempting toshell our lines. Our division was massed under the shel-ter of a hill. One of our batteries of 12-pounder brassguns promptly replied, and a beautiful artillery duelensued, the first I had ever witnessed at close of us crept up to the brow of the hill to see the fun, though we were warned that we were courtingtrouble in so doing. We could see columns of rebel in-fantry marching in ranks of four, just as we marched,en route, and as shell after shell from our guns would
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