Monday, February 24. — We had a very strong wind to-day, at times amounting to a hurricane, blowing over trees and tents promiscuously. My tent luckily did not blow over. My horse narrowly escaped being crushed to death in his stall by the falling of the stable. Almost all the tents in the regiments around here were blown down. General Porter went away.
War Diary and Letters of Stephen Minot Weld.
Previous post: Rebel War Clerk
Next post: Funeral of Willie Lincoln — Diary of Horatio Nelson Taft.
