...ring the tortures of the damned from both hunger and thirst (from the details of which, good Lord deliver us), a gun-boat hove to across our bow, and ascertaining that ours was a troop ship bound for Ship Island , informed us that we were within five hours sail of our long-sought — for port. Every soldier gave voice to his feelings, and then piped down to pack knapsacks. We forgot that our throats...