Traveller describes the Army of Northern Virginia toward the end of the war

You could see a lot plainer what we must look like to anhyone as hadn't seed us before: the broke-up lines of tattered fellas limping through the mud, an the starving teams, lot of 'em collapsing as they tried to pull the rickety, broke-down wagons. There was stragglers, too, plenty of 'em, all the way back 'long the road. We looked a real bunch of drifters, and that's no more'n the truth. Rags and bones a-marching by packs.

(from Traveller, by Richard Adams)