. . Very soon after our arrivalat Camp Sherman, we had adry blizzard which wethought was bad enough,but which proved to beonly a foretaste, a gentlehint, of what was to wind blew furiouslyfor a day. It was heavilyloaded with dust and sand,which it had gathered in itscourse, and which rilled oureyes, ears, nose s—a n dmouths, if we didnt keepthem shut. It drove every-body to cover. Not long afterward wehad the genuine evening, loweringclouds overspread the skyand it was evident that mis-chief was brewing. Tent
. . Very soon after our arrivalat Camp Sherman, we had adry blizzard which wethought was bad enough,but which proved to beonly a foretaste, a gentlehint, of what was to wind blew furiouslyfor a day. It was heavilyloaded with dust and sand,which it had gathered in itscourse, and which rilled oureyes, ears, nose s—a n dmouths, if we didnt keepthem shut. It drove every-body to cover. Not long afterward wehad the genuine evening, loweringclouds overspread the skyand it was evident that mis-chief was brewing. Tent pins were driven home, guy ropeswere tightened, and everything possible was done in the way ofpreparation for the expected storm. I can best illustrate whathappened that night by narrating my own mishaps, for I think Ifared as badly as anybody. My tent was in the headquarters rowof the Sixty-fifth. After a rubber of whist I lay down, with anabiding faith in the integrity of the pins and ropes which sup-ported my canvas domicile. I had not had more than forty. HENRY WILSON,CORPORAL, COMPANY C, SIXTY-FIFTH. 766 A WRECKED AND DELUGED CAMP. [October, winks when the storm broke. And the rain descended andthe floods cattle and the winds blew and beat upon that house andit fell not; SO I rolled over on my hunk, as there came a lull, andwent to sleep. But the storm had only slackened to get a freshgrip. Soon 1 was awakened by a flapping; of canvas and snappingof ropes. Instantly the whole establishment was lifted up andcarried away, while the rain poured down in a literal torrent. Istarted in undress uniform, on a wild hunt for shelter. It was the very blackness of dark-ness, except when the scenewas lighted up for an in-stant by vivid flashes oflightning. I stumbled andfell upon the wreck of Colonel Smiths tent, whichhad met with the same fateas my own. I broke forthe adjutants tent andfound it yet standing, andwithin a candle was dimlyburning. Colonel Smithand Adjutant Scranton, in
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