Written from the Sea islands of South Carolina.
[Diary] November 28.
We have been wrapped all day in the smoke of battle and the people hear the roll of cannon. They say it is an attack upon Fort Pulaski. Perhaps it is now in the enemy’s hands. I hope not, but perhaps our folks were too busy junketing to take proper precautions. Nelly says many of the officers were shamefully drunk before the evening was over, and it is said that the rebel ram was in sight all day.
