The little creek running through the camp swelled up immensely, and swept out large gaps in the Stockade, both in the west and east sides.

The Rebels noticed the breaches as soon as the prisoners.
Two guns were fired from the Star Tort, and all the guards rushed out, and formed so as to prevent any egress, if one was attempted.

Taken by surprise, we were not in a condition to profit by the opportunity until it was too late.
The storm did one good thing: it swept away a great deal of filth, and left the camp much more wholesome.

The foul stench rising from the camp made an excellent electrical conductor, and the lightning struck several times within one hundred feet of the prison.
Toward the end of August there happened what the religously inclined termed a Providential Dispensation.

The water in the Creek was indescribably bad.