Our canteens are
again filled with the contraband water, so we shall be all right today as far as
that is concerned. Some of the boys made a raid last night on the sutler's stuff
and appropriated to themselves pretty much what he had. I cannot approve of that,
as the sutler is at a good deal of trouble and expense to get a few notions for
us and probably sells them as cheap as he can afford. The boys ought not to
steal from him, at this time especially, as there are those who would be glad to
buy. A schooner came down today to take a look at us, one of our boats gave
chase, but a good breeze blowing, the schooner had the advantage and got away.
This afternoon a small boat was seen coming down flying a white flag. The boat
contained one darkey who had risked the perils of the sound to escape from the land
of Jeff, the house of bondage.
A DISCOVERY.
A great discovery has
just been made and isn’t there larks now, though. The skipper is foaming with rage.
An account of stock has been taken, and a cask or two of water is missing. On
inspection it was found tapped at the wrong end. A very mysterious
circumstance, but such things are liable to happen. A strong guard has been
placed over the other casks.
SOURCE: David L.
Day, My Diary of Rambles with the 25th Mass. Volunteer Infantry, p.
30
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