. . . There was a ball to-night at Beaufort, gotten up by
young officers there in honor of the 22d. Gen'l Gillmore went up for a few
moments to lend his influence to counteract the gloom which was overspreading
the camp. We got there early and loafed about till the dancing began. The room
was exquisitely decorated; several very clever pictures, eagles, etc., were
done on the walls with magnolia leaves; flags of all nations, from the Navy,
etc.
I left with Gen'l Gillmore and went on board the Hospital
Ship, filled with wounded; went through hold and up-stairs where the artillery
boys were. Saw many desperately wounded; Col. R—— mortally, clutching at his
bed-clothes and passing garments; picked up, bed and all, and carried away,
picking out his clothes from a pile by shoulder-straps — “Major?” “No!
Lieutenant-Colonel.” H——, M——, D—— and E——, all very chipper and jolly; M——
shot in toes and hat (like a parenthesis) and sabre; H—— between seat and
saddle, and in fore-arm. M proposed to H—— "to go to party; I'll do
dancing, and you hugging.”
Suddenly Gen'l S——, who had been much moved by R——’s
appearance, started off up to the ball. He arrived during a moment's pause in
the Lanciers. He stamped his foot: “Let the music stop!” and it did. “The ball
cannot go on. Lights to be out in half an hour.” A friend of the General asked:
— “Can we eat supper?” “Anyone who has the heart to eat at such a time.” All
had a heart of that peculiar construction, for all ate. He came back glowing
with the triumph of a generous action performed, and asked us up to his room,
where we drank champagne and whiskey, and ate cake. Coming out found the grumbling
feasters and went to Hilton Head after two o'clock.
SOURCES: Clara B. Hay, Letters of John Hay and
Extracts from Diary, Volume 1, p. 168-9.
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