Wet and muddy, disagreeable. Went to Post Commissary and
drew rations, 948. Issued to the men in the P. M. Mr. Brown came, bringing the mail.
Two letters for me, one from Fannie and one from home. Both did me much good.
Fixed up our oilcloth as a tent. Thought it very nice. At dark a thunderstorm arose.
Had a candle to read by. Soon discovered a stream ran through the tent.
Blankets wet — soaked and half suffocated. Rebels gone to Traversville.
SOURCE: Frances Andrews Tenney, War Diary Of Luman
Harris Tenney, p. 68
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