The Battle of Williamsburg.
Very soon down came the deluging rain, wet-
ting me through my rascally india-rubber over-
coat, which was, however, some protection.
I was accompanying a marching army, now
and then addressing inquiries to ascertain if
I knew any of the regiments as I rode past.
The mud was often over my horses knees;
hence the condition of the men may be imagined.
So I rode for ten miles, passing Mc Clellan,
who was, I think, travelling in an ambulance,
certainly some well-covered vehicle. (He had
been fetched by the Prince de Joinville � urged
to come � and didn�t reach the vicinity of the
battle until it was virtually over.) My desire
was to join Heintzelman�s corps; but getting
astray and being misdirected, I found myself
away to the extreme right. Now the roads were
bordered by soldiers, sitting or lying on the muddy
earth, some sheltering themselves ineffie^|cie|ntly by
the fences, others lighting fires, which blew about
wildly in the wind and rain. From the left came
the intermittent booming of cannon, sometimes
loud and continuous, and the sound of musketry;
and soon the shells began to fly over the road,
into the field beyond, apparently a jumble of
soldiers, artillery, caissons and military parapher-
nalia, all seen through the drenching rain, which
was merciless. My principal apprehension was