midnight
-- A little way down the Yazoo on Friday we ran into McNutt 's Lake , thence into Chickasaw Bayou , and at dark landed at Mrs. C. 's farm , the nearest neighbors of H. 's uncle . The house was full of Confederate sick , friends from Vicksburg , and while we ate supper all present poured out the story of the shelling and all that was to be done at Vicksburg . Then our stuff was taken from the boat , and we finally abandoned the stanch little craft that had carried us for over one hundred and twenty-five miles in a trip occupying nine days . The luggage in a wagon , and ourselves packed in a buggy , were driven for four or five miles , over the roughest road I ever traveled , to the farm of Mr. B. , H. 's uncle , where we arrived at midnight and hastened to hide in bed the utter exhaustion of mind and body . Yesterday we were too tired to think , or to do anything but to eat peaches . FOOTNOTES : -LSB- 32 -RSB- More likely twelve yards . -- G.W.C.