Lone Jack, and Mr. Stonestreet's Slaves

Sunday, the 26th - Captain Pardee sent parties out in various directions, which returned about noon with many head of secesh. Among the stock was a lone jack, lean and lank, the largest one I ever saw. As one of the boys was leading him by a long rope around his neck to tie him, the brute began to bray. It was the greatest roar I ever heard from such an animal. The comrade pretended to be terribly frightened, as well he might. He made a quick turn around a nearby post, and stood bracing and pulling with all his might, while the jack was doing the same thing on the other side of the post, and roaring like a fog horn. It was a comical sight. When at last the brute had exhausted himself, one of the comrades called to know if that was the jack the town was named for. That afternoon we marched northeast until nearly dark and camped on a plantation belonging to a Mr. Stonestreet.

Monday, the 27^th - Parties were sent out as on yesterday morning and returned about noon. We left there a little later taking with us all of Stonestreet’s negro slaves. We marched in a northwesterly direction, reaching the small town of Blue Springs a little before dark. The weather has been damp and unpleasant.