oney--but how to do it,--there was the question. Here we were in the
very heart of the Rebel country, two hundred miles at least from New
Orleans, in the midst of an active campaign. No opportunity to send
letters except such as chance threw in the way, and no certainty that
such letters would ever reach their destination. Added to this, came
the order to be ready to march at four o'clock. Whither we knew not,
but the foe was ahead, and our late experience had taught us that life
was but an uncertain element and that a Rebel bullet had a very
careless way of seeking out and finding its victim. In the midst of all
the bustle and confusion, the sergeant-major, William E. Simonds came
tearing along through the camp excitedly inquiring for Lieut. Goodell.
That estimable officer, I am sorry to say, having received no pay,
owing to some informality in his papers when mustered in from second to
first lieutenant, had retired into the shade of a neighboring magnolia
tree, and was there meditating on the cussedness of paymasters,
mustering officers, the army in general. In fact, everything looked
uncommonly black and never before had he so strongly believed in
universal damnation. To him, then, thus communing came Sergeant-major
Simonds, and said: "You will report for duty at once to headquarters;
you are directed to receive the pay of the regiment and proceed
forthwith to New Orleans, there to express same home, returning to the
regiment as soon thereafter as practicable."
The rest we will let Lieut. Goodell tell in his own way:
* * * * *
How the Pay of a Regiment Was Carried to New Orleans
by Lieutenant Henry Hill Goodell.
"Gone at once were my sulks, vanished in an instant my ill-humor,
black demons and everything. Though I could not help wondering how
in all creation I was going to perform a journey of several hundred
miles that would occupy a week at least without a cent of money in
my pocket, a clerk was detailed to assist me, and for the next hour
I counted money over a hard-tack box, jamming it away instantly
into my haversack while he entered in a little book the amount
received from each person, the sums given to pay for its expressage,
and the addresses to which it was to be sent. No time to make
change. Even sums were given, counted, and tucked away with rapidity.
At the landing was a little stern-wheel steamer, captured
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