Bethel, North Carolina
I am with the Fifteenth Corps. Toward evening we reached a little church called Bethel, in the woods, in which we took refuge in a terrible storm of rain, which poured all night, making the roads awful. All the men are at work corduroying the roads, using fence-rails and split saplings, and every foot of the way had thus to be corduroyed to enable the artillery and wagons to pass. The rains have greatly slowed our progress.