Right on target. I've never done more than glance at this book, but it's absolutely marvelous. Here's the passage in question:

"We are going to the war at last. Our company and company "F," (Brundidge Guards) were marched out to the depot which was near by, and boarded the cars for Columbus, Ga. On crossing the Chattahoochee river we said "farewell to Alabama, we are going in your defense." We changed cars in Columbus for Macon, running all night we landed in Augusta, Ga., the next morning. There the ladies had prepared a long table, and supplied it with every kind of eatables that heart could wish, and we lined up on each side and helped ourselves."

"There we changed for Wilmington, N. C., passing through South Carolina we reached Wilmington at night and after crossing the Cape Fear river on a boat we boarded the cars for Petersburg, Va., there we changed for Richmond. The reception and ovations that W. J. Bryan is now receiving in Europe is nothing to compare with the receptions and ovations given us at the principle cities along our route to Richmond, in August 1861."

It's not entirely clear that all the companies followed this exact same route, but the way officers arranged passage for commands, it would seem likely. I can check the railroad map of the Confederacy later to determine which lines were traveled.

Here's another entertaining passage:

"As for our uniforms they were all O. K., being a red flannel shirt with grey pants, and was called out fatigue suit, which I found very much fatiguing at that time of the year. Think of it now, being clothed with thick woolen clothes on a dry, hot, sultry day in July. These things happened 15 years ago, and the thoughts of it today almost produces perspiration, but before I get through with my narrative, I will tell of some hot times, sure enough. We were furnished a nice suit of grey for a dress suit later on. We had all we needed then except guns and ammunition, and something pointed out to us to shoot at. The whistle of the Jackson was heard down the river at about 10 o’clock. Oates hollowed out. "Take down your tents, boys, and be ready," which we did in a hurry. The boat landed and we hurried to get everything on board. When we got everything on board, Capt. Oates formed us in line, and marched on board ourselves. Even at this time of the night the wharf was lined with spectators to see us off. All being on board, Capt. Oates had a few words with Capt. Fry, (the Captain of the boat) when all at once, boom went the little cannon that lay at the bow of the boat, the bells began to jingle, steam was put on, the wheels began to splash the water, when our noble little band composed of J. E. Harrell, A. A. Kirkland (Old Betsy) and Stewart Merritt, having for their musical instruments a fife, bass and kettle drums, struck up the tune of "Dixie," when the "Rebel Yell" was given in full. Oates’ company needed no practice or instructions as to how to give the "Rebel Yell," a yell that became famous, and which so often caused terror and dismay in the ranks of the Yankees, and on several occasions that which we failed to do with our guns, we would accomplish with the rebel yell. I can give it yet, and when I am at our reunions and hear and see things that invites it, I just simply turn loose in old rebel style."