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Pensacola, April 26.--Soldiers still arrive by every train.
Three companies from Louisiana arrived to-day, also a hundred water soldiers (marines) from New Orleans.
Gen. Bragg has now under his command about 8,000 troops — a larger number, I believe, than Gen. Scott commanded in the valley of Mexico.
They are all in fine health, and anxious for the hour that decides the destiny of self and country.
The crisis approaches nearer and nearer.
Another day of soldier toil has added to the great preparation.
The commander of Fort Pickens is unceasing in his military labors.
Like Bragg's, his men work day and night.
They have thrown up a battery out-side, but near the walls, of heavy guns, obtained from their ships, while on the ramparts they are piling bag upon bag of sand to protect their guns and men. And all this visible to the naked eye — even their muskets, stacked on the beach.
The Governor has accepted the tender of the two military companies of Pensacola, as well as that of the gallant Capt. Miller, of Santa Rosa county.
Little Florida is none behind her sister States in military ardor and enthusiasm.
A shark was caught yesterday morning with a pair of red breeches and a whole parcel of bowie knives in his belly-supposed to be the remains of a Zouave.
I didn't see the shark.
It will be remembered I reported the drowning of a Zouave the other day.--Cor.
Nv. 0. Picayune, April 30.
Van Nostrand. New York, New York. 1862.
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