mer was very rough, with scanty rations and brackish water.
An officer died on the way and was given a burial at sea.
After landing at Morris Island we were placed under fire of our own guns in front of a Federal battery, which was shelled from Fort Sumter.
The first evening and night the shelling was very heavy but none of us were killed.
It seemed our guns got the range and fired over us. One morning while Captain Findley, of Virginia (now a preacher in Augusta county), J. E. Cobb, H. Coffry and myself were in our small tent just after Captain Findley had read a chapter in a Bible, which I now have and in which I placed all the notes of all my travels, a large shell fell right at our feet and covered us all with sand, but fortunately did not explode nor break up our accustomed worship.
We were guarded by negro troops commanded by Colonel Hallowell, who was a heartless man, and under him the most cruel treatment was experienced.
We were not allowed any privileges, and often