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War Experiences and the Story of the Vicksburg Campaign from "Milliken's Bend" to July 4, 1863: being an accurate and graphic account of campaign events taken from the diary of Capt. J.J. Kellogg, of Co. B 113th Illinois volunteer infantry — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi

War Experiences and the Story of the Vicksburg Campaign from "Milliken's Bend" to July 4, 1863: being an accurate and graphic account of campaign events taken from the diary of Capt. J.J. Kellogg, of Co. B 113th Illinois volunteer infantry

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[Illustration: Capt. J. J. Kellogg]




                            WAR EXPERIENCES

                            And the Story of

                         The Vicksburg Campaign

                                 From

                      "Milliken's Bend" to July 4,
                                  1863


                Being an accurate and graphic account of
                Campaign Events taken from the diary of


                          CAPT. J. J. KELLOGG

              Of Co. B, 113th Illinois Volunteer Infantry




                             COPYRIGHTED BY
                          CAPT. J. J. KELLOGG
                                  1913




                           THE DAY WE STARTED
                                FOR WAR.

                Recollections of Captain J. J. Kellogg.


The day we left home for the war was an eventful one, and the incidents
crowded into that day will never be effaced from my memory.

There was a rally that afternoon, upon which occasion we added some
important names to our company roll. Some of the boys who then enlisted
in our ranks were prominent in our local society and passed current in
the ranks of our best young people. Others came out of their obscurity
for the first time on that occasion, and were first known and noticed on
the day of their enlistment. I had never intimately known Isaac Haywood,
who was afterwards my bunkmate, until that day. I first made the
acquaintance of Tom Wilson then, but it would require too much space to
name all the comrades I then met. And when the great struggle finally
ended, how few of those fair-haired, bright-eyed boys were permitted to
return to their old homes. Only a small squadron of lithe-limbed,
bronze-faced fellows came back. I loved Ike Haywood on sight. I think I
was mainly attracted towards Ike because of his eccentric ways, odd
manner of speech and his wonderful good nature. Dame Nature had gotten
Ike up without especial regard to good looks, but had braced, propped
and generally supported his irregular features with wonderful bones and
sinews, all contained in a close knit wrapper of inflexible cord and
muscle. Like other unusually powerful men, Ike was usually the very soul
of good nature; but when fully aroused and forced on the aggressive he
was known and acknowledged to be a holy terror. He had long powerful
arms and hands, broad shoulders, thick neck, surmounted by a
bullet-shaped head with small ears. He had thin red hair, faded red
mustache, was squint-eyed and wore a half smile on his peach blossom
face, and his under lip sort of slouched down at one end. He looked
funny at all times, but more particularly was he comical when he tried
to be in sober earnest.

Tom Wilson, on the contrary, was a handsome boy and a school teacher by
profession, but I can't waste time and space in extended personal
descriptions of my comrades.