A GALA DAY.
The winds have ceased, and the sea is as calm as an honest man's
conscience. Companies are parading the decks of the steamers, a dozen bands are
out playing, everybody is feeling good, and altogether, we are having quite an enlivening
scene. Business is brisk today; all the boats are in the sound, and schooners
are alongside of them, supplying them with coal, water and rations, preparatory
to a trip up the sound. Everything now seems to be nearly ready, and I expect
that some fine morning we will make a call on our southern friends. No doubt they
will be delighted to see us, and as they say, to welcome us with bloody hands
to hospitable graves; but perhaps it has never occurred to them that in a
reception of that kind, they, perchance, may fill some of the aforesaid graves.
I had much rather they would welcome us to a good dinner of fishballs than cannon
balls; but I suppose they will have their own choice of reception and we must
reciprocate the best we can.
Merchandise brings a right smart price in this market, and a
man needs a heavy purse to purchase very extensively. I paid $1 for the same
quantity of tobacco, I bought at home for forty cents.
SOURCE: David L.
Day, My Diary of Rambles with the 25th Mass. Volunteer Infantry, p.
31
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