The Rebel troops commence their forward movement and continue without interruption until dark. We estimate by actual count nearly 35,000 men, officers and all, 165 pieces ordinance. I notice many of the gun carriages had the U.S. mark upon them, having been captured from our army. About 11 o'clock Gen. Lee passed with his staff. He is fine looking man, medium size, stoutly built, has the face of a good liver, grey beard, and mustache, poorly dressed for an officer of his grade. He wore a felt hat, black, and a heavy overcoat with large cape. His horse appeared to be rather an indifferent one, for a man who reputedly is fond of fine stock. Hill is a tall red-headed man, not over thirty-five. Longstreet and Ewell I did not see, nor Johnston. Many of the officers were fine looking men, and rode fine horses. During their passage, I noticed their ever watchfulness on every side. The citizens were crowded along the sidewalks and doors, observing their passage; the rest, inside, behind drawn blinds, watched unobtrusively. There were many remarks and exclamations, but all in a subdued tone of voice or whisper. All had one thought in mind, "Were these soldiers to be our conquerors, and if so, what will be our fate?" Occasionally a German would stop me and complain in his native tongue, as if I could help this situation, or was responsible for it. (NOTE: Heyser was of German parents that kept and lived by the old ways.) Lee offered to place a guard for the protection of the town, but the sheriff could not be found. Later in the day, Gen. Hill and Longstreet passed through with part of their army. They were far less respectable lot, and constantly shouting, singing, and hooting at females that showed themselves at doors or windows. They were loud in their denunciation of the Union, and insulting to citizens on the sidewalks. Shouting, "Boys, this is Pennsylvania. We should destroy her as they did in Virginia, dam the Union. Harrisburg will be ours, Hurrah for the Southern Confederacy, and Jeff Davis." Every brigade as it passed sent a file of soldiers around to examine the stores and places of business, requiring them to open up. This continued all day. These men were called the Louisianna Tigers, a forbidding-looking set of men that would take your hat or remove your boots for their own use. Rev. Schneck was relieved of his gold watch and $50.00. He complained to get it back, but to no use. Robberies are now common on the street, particularly where they are unguarded. Decharts hat store was cleaned out today, not a single item left in stock. They opened up my son, William's store today, and started to help themselves. We are powerless to stop them, and can do nothing but watch and complain to the commanding officers. They refer to the same treatment our soldiers gave the Confederacy in Virginia. I finally found a Col. Greene that listened to some reason and had the men removed and the door shut. While the troops were passing today, I was sitting by my door, the victim of many insulting remarks. One even attempted to take my hat. He withdrew when I offered to resist, as I would have struck him. Were it not for the rigid discipline they were under, I shudder to think what our lot would have been. There are exceptions, many of the Rebels are gentlemen, and act as such. Mostly, those from Florida, Texas, and Louisianna, generally speaking, are a band of cutthroats.