From H. W.
May 30. We have moved just in time, I guess, for the weather will grow warmer now. Between eight and eleven is the warmest part of the day; after that the sea-breeze is sure to come up.
May 31. There is a line cut through the trees all across the islands so that they can see the light-house from Beaufort. I asked Tom who cut it, as I rode over the other day, and he said, “Yankee cut it.” “Since the Fort was taken?” “Long time ago.” “The old Masters cut it, then?” “No, Secesh neber cut down trees, make nigger do it; poor white men cut ’em.” I finally came to the conclusion that it must have been done by the Coast Survey. I daresay they think we are all “poor white.” Mary, a mulatto here, told Mr. G. his clothes would be fifty cents per dozen for washing; that she used to have seventy-five cents in Charleston, “for real gentle folks!”
Sunday, June 1. H. called in Betty, Joe, and Uncle Sam while she read, and after Mr. Philbrick had repeated the Lord’s Prayer, Uncle Sam of his own accord offered a very simple, touching prayer. He is an Elder, and as honest and true as “Uncle Tom” himself—a genuine specimen of that class among the negroes, which exists in reality as well as in story. The younger ones do not seem to be quite so religious a class, though perhaps they are too young to tell, for young married men like Joe and Cuffy seem to have genuine principle, and belong to the church. H. told Joe, when he had been sulky for the first time, that she hoped he felt better; she did not like to see him so. “Yes, Marm, feel better now, Marm; you know de ole marn will rise sometimes.” And he told Mr. G. once that he should not cry if his baby died, “’cause de Lord take him to a better place—not punish him, ’cause he have no sin;” but he said he should cry hard if Wil’by died, because he knew she would be punished. (His wife is not a “professor.”)
June 2. An officer from the gunboat off here came ashore to see if he could hire some men, but Mr. Philbrick told him that General Hunter had taken off more than he could spare. The officer seemed to think that Hunter would be recalled and the regiment disbanded46—in which case Mr. Philbrick told him he did not want the men and he might take what he needed. We hear they are made sick by the change of diet; army rations can’t be very good for men who have lived on hominy all their lives. He told us, moreover, a most interesting piece of news; that the firing we heard the other day was from the blockading fleet off Charleston, which captured six and sunk three of a fleet of English steamers, ten in number, laden with arms and munitions of war, which were making an attempt to run in to Charleston—thus letting only one escape. I don’t know whether it got in or off.
A semiweekly Advertiser and Tribune of May 14th, with full accounts of the taking of New Orleans and the battle of Williamsburg, which we have not heard about, and the splendid doings have roused me all up to full war pitch again. We have been so peaceful I could not realize all that was going on.