THE STORM OVER.
The great storm has at last subsided and the sun once more
shines out. All the bands are out playing, everything is putting on a more
cheerful appearance, and we can now look around and see the result of the
storm. Boats and vessels are ashore all around us, in a partially wrecked or
damaged condition. The upper works of our boat are little better than a wreck,
from the bowsprits of schooners and catheads of other craft that have fouled
with us. Our accommodations are rather limited as is also the fare, but by
practicing forbearance and great good, nature, the harmony is as perfect as
could be expected. A tug is alongside with rations, so at last the long fast is
broken. I think the boys will not be over nice about their dinners when they
get them. I have sometimes thought I could relish a dinner from that soup I saw
at the park barracks. Our dinner today was served about 2 p.m.; bill of fare,
pea soup and coffee. I have always persuaded myself that I didn’t like pea soup
and wouldn't eat it, but today I changed my mind and thought I never ate
anything that tasted quite so good as pea soup. I voted it a great luxury.
SOURCE: David L. Day, My Diary of Rambles with the
25th Mass. Volunteer Infantry, p. 23
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