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A. DISMAL DAY.
Thursday, 028ih.—T\\e persevering wind blew so hard,
that we remained in the encampment all day. This
was indeed a dismal day; for, independently of being
A SUDDEN SQUALL.
delayed, which is bad enough, the rain fell so heavily
that it began to penetrate through our tents; and, as if
not content with this, a gust of wind more violent than
usual tore the fastenings of my tent out of the ground,