March to Sperryville.
On our way great wealth of cherries and other fruits. The roads are covered with branches from cherry trees that were torn down by passing regiments.
Halt on a farm with cherry trees, with the consent of the owner, are offered to the men. The owner asks only for the men to spare his garden, with the desired results.
Furthermore the regiment was in the best of humor and they are marching untiringly.
Grotesque scenery.
We are marching through fog like clouds in the mountains cheerful and singing.
Evening: Arrival in Sperryville a small city situated in the valley.
We are moving on to a hill in southern direction of the city and camp there.
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