March 3.
The plot thickens.
Our steamers are coaling up and the stores and ammunition are going aboard.
This looks southward and before this letter reaches you we shall probably be up
some river, I hope not the one spoken of on the streets. Today Dr. M. M. Marsh
of the U. S. Sanitary Commission has made his official visit and dined with me.
I suppose I care the more for Dr. Marsh that he is not only a gentleman, and a
physician whom I greatly respect, but also that he comes from the capital of my
own native state. He is an elderly man with a countenance all covered with benignity.
The following note to me from his agent at Beaufort, Mr. H. G. Spaulding,
indicates the right spirit toward our movement.
“If
you are in want of any hospital or sanitary supplies for your regiment, we
shall be most happy to fill out a requisition for you. Send for whatever you
need and state in every case the amount wanted. This is all the ‘red tape’ of
our Commission, and there are no knots in it. In view of your unexpected
movement I take this opportunity of assuring you of our desire to assist you in
every way in our power.”
Of course Dr. Minor
was posted off with a requisition and our good soldiers shall bless the
Commission.
Last night our men
seemed bewitched. A few ran guard to be at a dance at the old “Battery
plantation.” Very early in the morning a poor fellow refused to halt, when
ordered to do so by the guard, and has lost his life for it. He was shot
through the side and will die within a few days.
SOURCE: Proceedings
of the Massachusetts Historical Society, Volume 43, October, 1909—June,
1910: February 1910. p. 369