Despite the attack yesterday, the northern troops enjoyed their time in western Louisiana. The fall weather was delightful. The Indian summer almost made thie region a fairy land.
The white cabins of the slaves were in long rows, like villages. The elegant mansions of
the wealthy, with broad verandas encircling the entire house, were located nearby. The orange groves were at the height of their fruit bearing, with the branches bowing low under the weight. The groves were filled with a wonderful fragrance.
Unfortunately, war was taking its toll on this paradise. The old plantations, with their stately mansions, were falling into disrepair. The fences, gates, and ornaments of all kinds were disappearing as the soldiers re-purposed the resources to their benefit.
