THE STORM OVER.
The storm is at last over, for to-day at least. It has
cleared off warm and pleasant, and is the first bright day since we came here.
Business is brisk to-day; all is bustle and hurry. There is quite a change of scene,
the boats’ decks are covered with soldiers, shouting and cheering each other; the
bands are all out playing, and altogether it is quite a contrast to the
miserable life we have been living. Our attention is taken up watching the operations
going on in the harbor, among the shipping. Steamers are being towed across the
swash into the sound, and steamers and tugs are at work straining every nerve
to pull off the boats that are ashore. It makes fun for the boys watching them
pull. Five or six steamers and tugs are at work trying to pull off the Eastern
Queen, on which are the 4th Rhode Island boys, and when they all pull together
it seems as though they would pull her in two. Sometimes she seems to start a
little, and then stick again; the boats will give a steady pull for an hour
before she will start again. Occasionally a big cable will break, and it is fun
to watch the agility of the boys, dodging the recoil of the cable ends.
The big steamer Northerner attempted to cross the sound at
flood tide this morning, and stuck in the middle. She carries the 21st
Massachusetts, and I think they will have to be taken off before she can get
across. A number of boats and tugs are at work, trying to pull her across. If the
Northerner sticks, going across at high water, how we are to cross is a problem
yet to be solved, as the New York draws six inches more water than the Northerner.
SICK HORSES.
The horses do not appear to stand hardships and privations as
well as the men. On short feed, condensed sea water, with no exercise, they
grow sick and debilitated. A schooner is lying but a short distance from us, with
a deck-load of horses, belonging to a Rhode Island battery, and they are
jumping them overboard, and swimming them ashore. It is curious to observe the horses
as they are led up to the gangway; to see them brace themselves back and
shudder to take the fearful leap. But a little encouragement from half a dozen
men in their rear pushing them, over they go, and as they come up out of the water,
they shake their heads and snort, and put for the nearest land, where they are
rubbed dry, blanketed and led off up the island.
ACROSS THE SWASH.
The Northerner has crossed into the sound, and anchored. As
she got off and moved into the sound, cheer after cheer went up from all the fleet,
the bands playing and all having a big time generally.
SOURCE: David L. Day, My Diary of Rambles with the
25th Mass. Volunteer Infantry, p. 27-8