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Wednesday, October 28, 2026

Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, April 2, 1863

We worked all night on the traverse, which now looks like something; but it will take most of another day to finish it. Firing commenced about eight o'clock this morning, and has been continued at intervals all day. At four o'clock in the afternoon a detail of fifteen men from "E," with spades and guns, were sent across the river, towards the ground where "A" and "G" had their skirmish. Three of us were sent out on the road as picket, while the rest built a breastwork across the road, not far from the bridge. The country here is about all swamp. As we face up the road, on our right the river makes in close to us; in front is a creek about twelve feet wide, and on our left the swamp—said to be impassable. Beyond the creek, about an eighth of a mile up the road, we could see the rebel picket quietly smoking a pipe; so we did the same, but were soon disturbed by Gen. Potter, who came up and gave us orders not to expose ourselves to their sight, after which we lay down beside the road in the brush. We were relieved at dark by three men of "I," who said they were here yesterday, and heard from the rebel picket that the prisoners were doing well. Hobart was shot through the lungs, Leonard lost an eye, and Lawrence's wound was slight. The working party joined the company about seven o'clock.

SOURCE: John Jasper Wyeth, Leaves from a Diary Written While Serving in Co. E, 44 Mass. Dep’t of North Carolina from September 1862 to June 1863, p. 45

Diary of Private John J. Wyeth, April 4, 1863

Were relieved to-day about twelve o'clock by Company I, and moved to camp, where everything is as usual. The company have been hard at work on the trenches; and after resting a while, all turned out again, with spades as trumps, and at it we went. The "Ceres" run the blockade last night without being struck. The rebel batteries opened fire about dinner-time on Blockhouse No. 3. We were ordered to the breastworks, and the fort replied, making a fine noise for a little while.

SOURCE: John Jasper Wyeth, Leaves from a Diary Written While Serving in Co. E, 44 Mass. Dep’t of North Carolina from September 1862 to June 1863, p. 46