November 26, 1864

Cornelius Platter Diary Entry
(Union Soldier)

Saturday Nov 26th 1864

Ordered to march at 5 1/2 AM and we were on the road at that time. And reached the Oconee River about 12. M. [A. M.] at a point called “Morning Ferry” Where the Uches Creek empties into the River — Before reaching the river we had to pass through a fine swamp 3 of 4 miles wide. When we reached the River the “pontoons” were not laid – in consequence of the “Johnnies” being on the opposite side – they were even dispersed and our Div [Division] was the first to cross. We halted a few minutes after giving our call then advanced on the same road with a Div [Division] of the 17th A.C. about a mile [unclear: [deleted: ] ] where we took different roads – Went into camp 10 mile from “Morning Ferry” and near a place called Irvine & Roads – distance marched 19 mile – Country this side of the river much better than what we have seen heretofore. We are now in Washington Co [County] about 4 mile from the R.R. – Saw plenty of “palm leaf” fans growing today. Also some beautiful “spanish moss” Saw Maj [Major] Woodhull this morning – There is no enemy in our front except a few cavalry – Haven’t heard anything from the 14th & 20th corps — Saw a Rebel paper which informs us that Lincoln has carried every state except 3(viz) Kentucky Delaware & New Jersey. – they also informed their readers that Hood has cut Sherman off from the North and he (Sherman) is now seeking for an “out let” and if

10.000 resolute Georgians will only come to the rescue. Shermans whole army can be captured Let’em Come!


From Cornelius Platter Collection housed at the University of Georgia’s Hargrett Library Special Collections


Dolly Sumner Lunt
A Georgia Woman’s Wartime Journal

NOVEMBER 26, 1864.

A very cold morning. Elbert [the negro coachman] has to go to mill this morning, and I shall go with him, fearing that, if he is alone, my mule may be taken from him, for there are still many straggling soldiers about. Mounted in the little wagon, I went, carrying wheat not only for myself, but for my neighbors. Never did I think I would have to go to mill! Such are the changes that come to us! History tells us of some illustrious examples of this kind. Got home just at night.

Mr. Kennedy stopped all night with us. He has been refugeeing on his way home. Every one we meet gives us painful accounts of the desolation caused by the enemy. Each one has to tell his or her own experience, and fellow-suffering makes us all equal and makes us all feel interested in one another.


From Documenting the American South – UNC Chapel Hill