from the
Rebels, which was to leave from Brashear City in an hour or two.
The sick and wounded were hastily transferred to it, and as the
regiment marched off, I stepped on board with my precious haversack,
now swollen out to unwonted proportions. Not a state-room, not a
berth was to be had. There was no safe in which I could deposit
valuables. Too many knew what I was carrying, and I dared not for
an instant lift the weight from my shoulder or to remove my sword
and pistol. Like Mary's lamb, where'er I went, the haversack was
sure to go.

[Illustration: HENRY HILL GOODELL
Deceased
Served as 2nd and 1st Lieutenant, Co. F, 25th Regiment,
Connecticut Volunteers.]

"Never shall I forget the beauty of that sail, and but for the
feeling of distrust and suspicion that made me look upon every man
that approached me, as a personal enemy, I should have thoroughly
enjoyed it. We were dropping down one of those little bayous that
intersect the state in every direction. The spring freshets had
swollen the stream and set its waters far back into the forests
that lined its banks on either side. Festoons of Spanish moss,
drooped like a mourning veil from bough to bough. Running vines
with bright colored sprays of flowers twined in and out among the
branches of the trees. The purple passion flowers flung out its
starry blossoms to the world, the sign and symbol of the suffering
Saviour. While the air was heavy with the scent of magnolias and
yellow jassamine. Crested herons, snowy white, rose from the water,
and stretching their long necks and legs out into a straight line
with their bodies winged their flight above the tree-tops. Pelicans
displayed their ungainly forms, as they snapped at the passing fish
and neatly laid them away for future reference in their pouches.
Strange birds of gaudy plumage flew from side to side, harshly
screaming as they hid themselves in the dense foliage. Huge
alligators sunned themselves along the shore, or showed their
savage muzzles, as they slowly swam across our path. Frequently at
some sharp bend, it seemed as if we must certainly run ashore, but
the engine being reversed, the current would swing the bow around
and by dint of hard pushing with poles, we would escape the
threatened danger, and start again in our ne