36 HENRY HILL GOODELL 



Afflictions sore long time I bore, 

 Physicians was in vain, 

 Till God did please that death should come 

 And ease me of my pain. 



Bayou Boeuf was a most forlorn place, and we were glad 

 enough when at 3 o'clock, April 9, we received orders to 

 strike our tents and stow them away, also all baggage what- 

 soever, as we should carry nothing but a blanket and our 

 rations. At 9 we started for Brashier City, ten miles away, 

 our brigade in advance, We had a frightfully hot and dusty 

 march. The first two or three miles there was scarcely any 

 road at all, a mere foot-path, passing now amid sugar plant- 

 ations and now through potato fields. Several miles were 

 through a dense wood, where the heat was perfectly 

 stifling. I noticed pinks, verbenas growing wild along the 

 roadside, also the myrtle. Soon we came out on the broad 

 road running along the Bayou, and here we halted for an 

 hour at noon and snatched a dinner and a bath. Reached 

 Brashier City at 3 o'clock and put up our shelter tents, ex- 

 pecting to cross in a few hours. Emory's division was then 

 crossing. Here we lay, expecting every minute to leave, 

 till Saturday at 3 o'clock, when we were ordered aboard 

 the St. Mary's. Although it was a small boat, yet the 

 52nd Massachusetts, the 24th and 25th Connecticut, and 

 a battery with horses, were stored on board. Just imagine 

 how we were dove-tailed and crowded together. We 

 steamed out of the bay at 9 o'clock Sunday morning, — 

 the Clifton, flagship, ahead, then the Calhoun, Arizona, 

 St. Mary's, Laurel Hill, and two or three little tugs, — up 

 through the succession of little lakes that chain together 

 from Berwick Bay, through inlet and outlet, till we emerged 



