HAM FAT.
Freedom of the town for to-day, and all over town we went;
had a dug-out race, and about all who were in it got a ducking. Our party went
up the shore of the river some distance. We saw the ways where a ram had been
started, but was destroyed to keep our gunboats from taking her. We then
branched off into the woods and finally found a picket-post, where we got some
good cider and had a chat, arriving home just in time to get our guns and
"fall in."
It seemed our right wing was "on a march."
Quartermaster Bush said we were going for wood, but we could not understand why
it took four or five companies to escort an equal number of wagons a few miles
from town, unless there was a large force of the enemy about; and if there was,
why had we heard nothing from them for five days? Our orders were "light
marching order," nothing but guns and ammunition; but most of
"E" took haversacks and dippers, and were glad we did. We started
about two o'clock this afternoon, and after marching about two miles we struck
an "obstacle." The road was completely barricaded by large trees
felled across it; and as cutting would delay us the rest of the day, we turned
into the woods and went through a swamp, and soon found ourselves in the road
again, marching towards "Long Acre." We left "B" and
"C" at the junction of two roads, near a blacksmith shop. We soon
left the wagons also, they probably stopping for the wood which was piled up by
the roadside. We still kept "marching on," and by dark we were tired
as well as hungry. There was worse for us in store, however. The boys ahead
began to scatter and growl, and soon we were in the water. It was icy-cold and
waist deep. Some tried the runway on the side, but it was slippery with ice.
One of the boys made fruitless attempts to keep both feet on the rail. His
efforts on that parallel bar were edifying; but being the
youngest member of "E" (sweet seventeen), he
will have more time than the rest of us to improve. After much struggling, down
he went, gun and all. The water was three feet deep; and after fishing up his
rifle he concluded to wade with us the rest of the way. We know "a thing
of beauty is a joy forever." He was not in a beautiful or joyous mood
then, but will probably be a JOY forever.
The ford seemed to us about a mile long. It was probably
only a quarter, if that; but it came to an end at last, and we footed the rest
of the way on dry land; varying the monotony by private details for forage at
every house we came to; striving to get ahead of the officers in their attempts
to save the cider from us.
Between ten and eleven o'clock P.M. we halted, and were
informed that the "object, &c., was accomplished," "about
faced," which brought "E" to the front, and started for home.
Twelve of our men went ahead as advance guard, under command of Lieut. Newell,
and another twelve of us as support. A short distance behind came the column.
We were on the same road, and knew we had the same ford to recross, and
suffered torments until it was over with, and we fairly out of its sight. We
foraged right and left; hardly a man of us without two or three old hens,
dipper full of honey, and a few with a ham or two. The advance and support had
the most and fattest pickings of course. We rejoined the other companies,
"B" last, at the blacksmith shop; and about five o'clock A M. came in
sight of the picket and saw Plymouth.
SOURCE: John Jasper Wyeth, Leaves from a Diary
Written While Serving in Co. E, 44 Mass. Dep’t of North Carolina from September
1862 to June 1863, pp. 37-8