It was no small consolation to sit for hours on the beach, the fresh breeze blowing in your face, the free waters rolling endless before you (moodful as nature's own child, sparkling with infinite lustre in the sunshine of a calm day, kissing with a soft murmur of welcome the gentle breeze or struggling with an angry roar in the embrace of the tempest), and miles distant was the Virginia shore, and I have often thought I might claim a kindred feeling with the prophet viewing from Pisgah the land he might not reach.
About the middle of May the hospital was crowded with wounded Yankees sent from Butler's line.
This necessitated our removal.
Accordingly we were sent out to the regular prison.
There we lived in tents.
We still had one luxury — sea bathing.
The drinking water here was very injurious — caused diarrhoea.
About this time rations were reduced.
We were cut down to two meals a day. Coffee and sugar were stopped.
The ration was a small loaf of bread per day, a