ON A SHOAL.
This morning the clink of the windlass is again heard from
all the boats hoisting their anchors. We steam out of Croatan into Pamlico
sound; so here we go for new conquests.
The Burnside
expedition, it did not end in smoke:
It captured Elizabeth
City, and the isle of Roanoke.
About 11 a.m., the New York went on to a shoal and came to a
dead halt. Here was a pretty fix, stuck right in the middle of Pamlico sound.
We had the schooner Skirmisher in tow, with companies K and I aboard, but they
thought they would leave us and go it alone. Accordingly they hauled in their
hawser, hoisted sail and left us, sailing with a fair breeze gallantly down the
sound. Three large steamers hitched on to us, to pull us off. After a good deal
of hard work, lots of swearing and breaking hawsers, they finally succeeded,
about 4 p.m., in hauling us off. We again started and dropped anchor at
Hatteras inlet at 10 p.m.
SOURCE: David L. Day, My Diary of Rambles with the
25th Mass. Volunteer Infantry, p. 41
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