Quite a number of boats have been hauled off, and are now
lying in the sound. They are still at work on the Eastern Queen, which seems to
be as firmly imbedded in the sand as were her timbers in the soil in which they
grew. The steamer Louisiana, with the 6th New Hampshire aboard, lies high and
dry on the shoal, and it will be a job to get her off, but I reckon she will
have to come, or come to pieces. When half a dozen big steamers get hold they
make a pretty strong team, and something has got to come or break. I learn she
is hogged, whatever that is. I shouldn’t be surprised if she was, if she has
been well supplied with this gull bait they call pork. We had religious
services this morning and afternoon, the first we have had since leaving
Annapolis. We had excellent singing, and the chaplain's remarks were well timed
and to the point. He recounted the dangers and troubles, which under the
blessing of God, we have been brought through, and spoke words of cheer and
comfort for the future.
SOURCE: David L. Day, My Diary of Rambles with the
25th Mass. Volunteer Infantry, p. 28
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