Went into camp, and
a hard place it is; wood scarce and "water, water everywhere but not a
drop to drink," except the Mississippi water, which is very trying on
one's constitution. Tonight I witnessed one of the grandest sights I was ever
permitted to witness. Through the kindness of some officers I got on board the
steamer "Quincy South" and went down again to see the running of the
batteries. The night was a pleasant one, stars shining brightly and not a cloud
in the heavens, and yet not too light. I went down to within two miles of
Vicksburg and could see the lights in the city and on the bluffs distinctly.
About half past nine I saw some dark objects floating down the river so
noiselessly that you could scarcely detect them; not a light was to be seen on
them. The transports, with barges of cotton and hay lashed to them on the
Vicksburg side, and cotton piled up around their boilers and engines to protect
them from the cannon shot. I fairly held my breath; not a sound was to be
heard; all was anxiety and suspense; my thoughts were with the brave men who
were to undertake such a perilous voyage. I waited for the first shot; after
about half an hour's suspense I saw all at once a brilliant light, which was
the signal for the rebels, and then it seemed as if a hundred guns opened at
once. The rebels built a large bonfire which lit up the river for miles. Oh,
what a sight it was the flash of the cannon, the bursting of shells, but above
all the deafening roar, which was like peal after peal of the loudest thunder.
How I trembled for the fate of those on board the transports, as they were not
near so well protected as those on the gunboats. I saw one of the steamers
which the officers on board said was the "Henry Clay" floating by the
city, burning. How I hope all the rest have gone safely through the fiery path.
I am to be envied, as I do not believe there is another officer in our brigade
that has had an opportunity to see this scene. I await the news with great
anxiety and refer those who read these pages to an abler pen than mine to do
this heroic act full justice.
SOURCE: Joseph
Stockton, War Diary (1862-5) of Brevet Brigadier General Joseph
Stockton, p. 12