This morning a small
schooner was seen coming down the sound. A boat went out and met her; she
contained seven darkies who said they stole the schooner and left in her from
Roanoke island. They were put aboard the steamer S. R. Spaulding, and the little
schooner hitched astern. They can probably give some valuable information in
regard to affairs on the island. The New York is stuck on the swash, and
several boats and tugs are trying to pull her across; she will probably get off
tomorrow. They will then all be across, except the Louisiana, which will be here
in a day or two. We got a big mail today; any quantity of letters and
newspapers, and the boys are cheered up wonderfully to hear from home.
SOURCE: David L. Day, My Diary of
Rambles with the 25th Mass. Volunteer Infantry, p. 30
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