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on Monday we marched two miles more, into a heavy timbered cypress swamp, makeing us eight miles from the river, and one mile from Vixburg, it rained all night, we had to lay in line of battle, so that all the protection we had was our blanket. Tuesday Morn. wet and cold the regiment was marched off for pickets, then for the first time we heard the whistling of bullets and the whizing of bomb shells by looking on that small scrip of paper you will see the position of our first freak with the enemy, we are on the extreme right of all the forces, so that our lines come to the river, in plain sight of the city. We were ordered to charge and drive them back across the fallen timber