We started on our march to Clarksburg in the afternoon, to go by way of Harpers Ferry to take the cars there, to the former place.
On the eleventh, we arrived to within five miles of Clarksburg, where the enemy had destroyed a railroad bridge.
Next morning we left Clarksburg; it was pretty cool, and the road as rough as before.
Clarksburg will be remembered by the great abundance, in its vicinity, of blackberries during the early fall of that year.
I seen er taken away, never to see her again until I found her twenty-seven years later at Clarksburg, Tennessee.
