I find from my letter-book that on the 21st of June I reported to him tersely and truly the condition of facts on that day: "This is the nineteenth day of rain, and the prospect of fair weather is as far off as ever.

The roads are impassable; the fields and woods become quagmire's after a few wagons have crossed over.

Yet we are at work all the time.

The left flank is across Noonday Creek, and the right is across Nose's Creek.

The enemy still holds Kenesaw, a conical mountain, with Marietta behind it, and has his flanks retired, to cover that town and the railroad behind.