Four miles south of Montpelier, N. C.,
March 9, 1865.
Rained nearly all last night and poured down all day. Our regiment had
the advance of the division, but we followed J. E. Smith. He is the poorest
traveler in the army. We had to corduroy all the road after him. Only made four
miles. I never saw such a country. There seems to be a thin crust over a vast bed
of quicksand. I saw wagons yesterday and to-day moving along not cutting more
than two inches, all at once go down to the hub, and some to the wagon boxes. I
was riding to-night on apparently high ground in the woods and three times the
ground gave way just like rotten ice, and let my horse in belly deep. We have
worked hard to-day.
SOURCE: Charles Wright Wills, Army Life of an Illinois Soldier,
p. 359
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