bought me a suit of sailor's clothes.
After a good bath I was transformed from a dirty prisoner into a respectable Jack Tar. I threw my old clothes overboard, and they floated down the stream freighted with a crew which had clung to me closer than a brother for the past nine months, and whose united voices I thought I heard singing “A life on the ocean wave” as they passed out to sea.
I returned to the city and walked about, often meeting some of the men of my regiment, among them Michael O'Leary
of Company F, who looked as though he had just come off dress parade, having a new uniform and his shoes nicely polished.
He was delighted to see me, said that the rebels had urged him to take the oath of allegiance, but he had told them he could never look Mary Ann
in the face if he went back on the old flag.
He told me of a number of the men who had died, among them my old friend Mike Scannell
That night I stood in front of the theatre, my hands in my empty pockets, wondering if I should ever have money enough to purchase a ticket.
March 3, we went on board the transport “General Sedgwick
,” bound for Annapolis
We pulled out near Fort Fisher
and lay over night.
Some of us went on shore at Smithfield
and had a nice time.
On the 4th we got under way. It was the second inauguration of President Lincoln
, and all the ships were gaily decked with flags.
We passed out over the bar. The ship was crowded; my berth was on the floor between decks.
I find the last entry in my diary is, “Oh, how sick I am!”
I did not come on deck for four days, and suffered more than I can tell.
The sea broke over the ship, and the water came down the hatchway.
A western officer, suffering near, aroused me by exclaiming, “My ”