October 1, 1863
---Gen.
Joseph E. Johnston sends a dispatch to Bragg that Federal troops are on the
move to Chattanooga. Johnston’s scouts
in Memphis report four major generals there, and of a very number of transport
steamers tied up at the city docks.
---Wheeler’s Raid: Gen. Joseph Wheeler, commanding two divisions
of Confederate cavalry, crosses the Tennessee River upstream, and begins a
series of raids behind (west of) Chattanooga.
Moving down the Sequatchie Valley, he captures 50 wagons belonging to
Rosecrans, and destroys them.
---John
Beauchamp Jones records a letter from a Virginia lady who had traveled up to
Pennsylvania to help care for the Confederate wounded about two weeks after the
battle:
July 18th—We have been visiting the
battle-field, and have done all we can for the wounded there. Since then we
have sent another party, who came upon a camp of wounded Confederates in a wood
between the hills. Through this wood quite a large creek runs. This camp
contained between 200 and 300 wounded men, in every stage of suffering; two
well men among them as nurses. Most of them had frightful wounds. A few
evenings ago the rain, sudden and violent, swelled the creek, and 35 of the
unfortunates were swept away; 35 died of starvation. No one had been to visit
them since they were carried off the battle-field; they had no food of any
kind; they were crying all the time “bread, bread! water, water!” One boy
without beard was stretched out dead, quite naked, a piece of blanket thrown
over his emaciated form, a rag over his face, and his small, thin hands laid
over his breast. Of the dead none knew their names, and it breaks my heart to
think of the mothers waiting and watching for the sons laid in the lonely grave
on that fearful battle-field. All of those men in the woods were nearly naked,
and when ladies approached they tried to cover themselves with the filthy rags
they had cast aside. The wounds themselves, unwashed and untouched, were full
of worms. God only knows what they suffered.
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