HATTERAs Isi.AND AND INLET.
Witnessing boat collisions and wrecks is getting old, and the
boys are amusing themselves by writing letters, making up their diaries,
playing cards, reading old magazines and newspapers which they have read half a
dozen times before; and some of them are actually reading their Bibles. Of all the
lonely, God-forsaken looking places I ever saw this Hatteras island takes the
premium. It is simply a sand-bar rising a little above the water, and the shoals
extend nearly 100 miles out to sea. The water is never still and fair weather
is never known; storms and sea gulls are the only productions. Sometimes there
is a break in the clouds, when the sun can get a shine through for a few moments,
but this very rarely happens. The island extends from Cape Henry, Virginia, to
Cape Lookout, North Carolina, with occasional holes washed through it, which are
called inlets. It is from one-half to two miles wide, and the only things which
make any attempt to grow, are a few shrub pines and fishermen. I don’t think
there is a bird or any kind of animal, unless it is a dog, on the island, not
even a grasshopper, as one would have to prospect the whole island to find a
blade of grass, and in the event of his finding one would sing himself to death.
The inlet is very narrow, not over half a mile in width, and the channel is
still narrower, consequently it makes an indifferent harbor. Still it is better
than none, or as the sailors say, any port in a storm. But as bad as it looks
and bad as it is, it is, after all, a very important point, perhaps as
important in a military point of view as any on the coast. It is the key or
gate-way to nearly all of eastern North Carolina, and places us directly in the
rear of Norfolk, Va. This island is not without its history, if we may believe
all the fearful and marvelous stories that have been written of it, of its
being the habitation of wreckers and buccaneers in ye good old colony times.
THEATRICALS.
The boys are up to all sorts of inventions to kill time. In the
amusement line the officers have started an exhibition or theatre up in the saloon.
It is a clever device to break the dull monotony; to cheer up the loneliness and
homesickness which seem to prevail. The exercises consist of recitations,
dialogues, singing and music, and make a very good evening's entertainment. A
limited number from each company are nightly admitted, and I can see no reason why
it will not prove a success, as there seems to be no lack of talent, music or patronage.
For a comic performance, one should be down in the after-cabin of an evening,
especially about the time the officer of the day, who is a lieutenant, comes
around to silence the noise and order the lights out. This after-cabin is a
sort of independent community, having its own by-laws, and throwing off pretty
much all restraint and doing about as it pleases. The officer of the day is pretty
sure to keep out of the cabin during the day, but comes to the head of the stairs
in the evening, and gives his orders. Very little attention will be given them,
until finally he will venture down stairs, when he will be greeted by an
hundred voices with, “Officer of the day! turn out the guard!” And a hundred
more will respond, “Never mind the guard!” and this will be kept up until they
finally drive him out. Sometimes, after the officer of the day has sailed to
restore order, the colonel will come to the stairs and say, “Boys, it is
getting late; time to be quiet.” That is the highest known authority, and order
will come out of confusion immediately. Without any disparagement to the lieutenants,
the boys have a great respect for Col. Upton; he has only to speak and his
wishes are cheerfully and instantly complied with.
