[58] such marked ability. He makes Toussaint perfectly intelligible; and if there should ever be a black monarchy in South Carolina, he will be its king.
January 15, 1863.
This morning is like May. Yesterday I saw bluebirds and a butterfly; so this winter of a fortnight is over.
I fancy there is a trifle less coughing in the camp.
We hear of other stations in the Department where the mortality, chiefly from yellow fever, has been frightful.
Dr. - is rubbing his hands professionally over the fearful tales of the surgeon of a New York regiment, just from Key West, who has had two hundred cases of the fever.
“I suppose he is a skilful, highly educated man,” said I.
“Yes,” he responded with enthusiasm.
“Why, he had seventy deaths!”
as if that proved his superiority past question.
January 19, 1863.
And first, sitting proud as a king on his throne,But I fancy that Sir Richard felt not much better satisfied with his following than I to-day. J. R. L, said once that nothing was quite so good as turtle-soup, except mock-turtle; and I have heard officers declare that nothing was so stirring as real war, except some exciting parade. To-day, for the first time, I marched the whole regiment through Beaufort and back,— the first appearance of such a novelty on any stage. They did march splendidly; this all admit. M—‘s prediction was fulfilled: “Will not — be in bliss? A thousand men, every one as black as a coal!” I confess it. To look back on twenty broad double-ranks of men (for they marched by platoons), — every polished musket having
At the head of them all rode Sir Richard Tyrone.
