Written from the Sea islands of South Carolina.
[Diary] 9th.
. . . Ellen and I took the little children into the creek to bathe, having dressed them in some of the “theatricals” that came down here. There was more fun and mud than cleanliness.
Hunter’s negro regiment disbanded! Hunter almost broke his heart pleading for pay for them, and now that he sees he cannot obtain it, he disbands “for a time,” he says, and sends the men to “gather crop.”
