November 22d, 1864.
The storm that has raged the last three days has passed away. Since last Friday evening until today, there has been a steady downpour. The swamps and lowlands are flooded. In our camp, situated as it is on high, sandy land, no inconvenience is felt. Now is the time Grant’s railroad conies in play. Without it we could not hold our position. About half the land between here and the Point is submerged; all of it is as bottomless.
Our furloughed men have all returned. They all tell the same story; a pleasant, happy time, but oh, so short, so quickly passed. They had only fifteen days. So soon as twenty days are offered, I will make an effort to obtain one for myself.
