Written from the Sea islands of South Carolina.
[Diary] June 9.
This afternoon the cotton agent, or rather the sutler, Mr. Whiting, and his little wife, left the place. We are so glad to have their half of the house. Mr. Pierce left with me an injunction that they should take away none of the furniture, and they left most of it. Mr. Elmendorff gave into my charge some things which he should claim should he come again, but he has only the right of prior seizure to them.
To-night we all went to Rina’s house where the people had a “shout,” which Mr. McKim was inclined to think was a remnant of African worship.
