Yesterday evening
there were heavy clouds and a good deal of lightning in the North; after supper
laid down on the deck and slept very comfortable until awakened by a heavy
rain; gathered up my blanket and crowded into the state room, which proved to
be almost suffocating. I was very sleepy, so went down in the engine room and
slept until morning, crosswise on two barrels of rum; waked up quite refreshed
to enjoy the beautiful scenery on the banks of the Ouachita, among the most
picturesque of which was a high bluff on which was a single grave; a romantic
lady, the wife of a pilot, was buried there by her request, where her gentle
spirit might keep vigil over the destinies of her husband. We stopped during
the morning to take an old rail fence for fuel; a soldier shot a hog, which
gave us fresh pork for dinner; found some very nice mulberries on shore and
wished my children, little Stark and Mary, had some of them. Had a very
pleasant trip on to Hamburg; went ashore there and got transportation to
Trinity; after supper proceeded down to the river and met the steamer, Tucker;
stopped and had a talk and got the Natchez Courier.
Forgot to say above
that I met Dr. Rock on this steamer; learned from him that Lieutenant Brandon
was at Pine Bluff on the 8th of April, and was going to Virginia. Dr. Rock is
on his way to Richmond. We reached Trinity about 12 o'clock at night, on
Tuesday, the 5th, and have not stopped long enough during the day to write up
this diary, and at night had no light; left the Trinity in a skiff with five
others; proceeded up the Ouachita for about six miles; then into Brushy Bayou;
after following this for about two miles the thorns and bushes were so
troublesome that we had to get to land and walk about four miles, while the
negroes worked the skiff through. In this walk I got far enough ahead of the
skiff to take a nap; laid down on the ground and slept gloriously for an hour;
would have enjoyed it more with a blanket to lie on. At the end of this walk we
had a very good breakfast by paying five dollars a dozen for some eggs and
furnishing our own coffee, and then paying two dollars a piece for breakfast.
After breakfast pulled the skiff overland into Cane Bayou, and proceeded up
this for six miles to Turtle Lake, a beautiful sheet of water three miles long;
from this we entered Cocoda Bayou, which we followed for eight miles into
Concordia Lake, up which we rowed for seven or eight miles, which landed us
about three miles from Natchez. All this skiff trip is through just such a
country as an alligator would thrive in; affording fine facilities for fishing
and duck shooting; no one but a Newfoundland dog would enjoy it. We procured a
cart to take our baggage to the Mississippi river; crossed in a skiff to Natchez;
remained there all night and left Thursday morning for Brookhaven; stopped at
Dr. Holden's and got the second good dinner I have had since I left home;
reached McDaniel's at dark and found it quite a nice place, and met here that
rare creature of the West an old maid; she seems to be quite a nice person and
I think has been doomed to this state of single felicity by circumstances for
which she is not responsible. We got a good breakfast at 4 o'clock in the
morning, which enabled us to reach Brockhaven (where I am now writing) by 10
o'clock. On the road to this place I passed a bridge which Grierson's Cavalry
had destroyed, and here I see the remains of the depot which they burned. These
are the first practical examples of Yankee vandalism I have seen during the
war. I expect to leave here to-day at 2 o'clock.
Reached Jackson at 6
o'clock and found the train for Meridian about to start and had no time to get
transportation, and so have to remain here against my will until to-morrow evening.
All these days which I have been delayed I had hoped to spend in Columbia,
South Carolina.
SOURCE: John Camden
West, A Texan in Search of a Fight: Being the Diary and Letters of a
Private Soldier in Hood’s Texas Brigade, p. 33-6