It is a sad sight to see this beautiful valley desolated as it is. All along the route from Staunton to this place houses are leveled to the ground and tack wantonly destroyed and horses by the hundreds lying scattered over the fields or stretched off on the roadside either killed in Early’s last fight or died and left unburied. . . . Marching on the turn pike which is as hard as flint blistered my feet and made them so sore as to be very painful. Our infantry is now in line of battle the bugle is sounding for the horses to be taken up and we are—I think about to have a little excitement of some kind, probably a battle, as the sharpshooters are all in the front ready for action.