Clarksburg followed in the wake of Parkersburg and soon bestirred itself in the direction of the education of Negro youth.
Arrived at Clarksburg about midnight, and remained on the cars until morning.
It is half-past eight o'clock, and we are still but eight miles from Clarksburg.
Next morning we left Clarksburg; it was pretty cool, and the road as rough as before.
Near thirty miles from the village of Clarksburg is the small hamlet of Weston, then a notorious haunt for rebels.
We got off the cars here, got our dinner and marched the same day to Clarksburg.
On the eleventh, we arrived to within five miles of Clarksburg, where the enemy had destroyed a railroad bridge.
Clarksburg will be remembered by the great abundance, in its vicinity, of blackberries during the early fall of that year.
The last mischief that was done this fall, was perpetrated at the house of Samuel Cottrail near to the present town of Clarksburg.
We started on our march to Clarksburg in the afternoon, to go by way of Harpers Ferry to take the cars there, to the former place.