A very heavy rain
set in last night and continued until 9 o'clock this morning. The old Curlew
looks as though she had been down cruising for mermaids and came back disappointed.
She is all afloat, fore, aft and amidships; the rain drove in at the ends, the deck
leaked and altogether we had a pretty rough night of it. I cannot say how the others
slept, but my sleep was anything but balmy. I did not, in fact, dream of dwelling
in marble halls.
The New York has
crossed the bar and we are again aboard of her; thank our lucky stars. Good-bye,
old Curlew and may you find a sweet and lasting repose at the bottom of the sound
before you are many days older. Our bill of fare this week consisted of steamed
pork and hardtack of a poor quality, and short supply at that. Since they
caught us stealing water, the fluid has been the meanest kind of condensed sea
water, the poorest we have yet had.
SOURCE: David L.
Day, My Diary of Rambles with the 25th Mass. Volunteer Infantry, p.
30-1
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