Twentieth.—To-day 'tis cloudy and we have fire in the tent
and I wear my cloak besides. There are no news of any kind today. We are on a little
piece of dry land here (some of the earthquake's “get up” I suppose) entirely
surrounded by swamps of the vilest kind, cane and cypress. We have dug -wells
all through camp. Find plenty of water at five feet. The Rebel battery across
the .river has been trying to shell us this morning. They sent some shell
plenty far enough but they lit off to the right of our camp. General Plummer
rides down along the river bank with his staff every day and the Rebels do
their best to send him up. The colonel has just sorted out with him to give the
Rebels another chance. There is considerable cane here and it looks as though the
country might grow alligators to almost any extent . 'Tis a grand country for a
sporting man. The very paradise of geese and their kindred.
SOURCE: Charles Wright Wills, Army Life of an
Illinois Soldier, p. 71
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