. The story of the Twenty-first Regiment, Connecticut Volunteer Infantry, during the Civil War, 1861-1865 [electronic resource] . cabin, packedlike sardines in double tiers, we passed most miserable andsleepless nights. Favoring breezes finally wafted us to Hatteras and ourworthy Captain of the unworthy steamer Francis came tothe deliberate conclusion that, as he had no ballast, he couldnot pass the Cape, and so decided to return to Newberne forballast. Noble old man! He, with all his nautical experience,had to go to Hatteras to find that he could not pass theCape in ordinary weather with a ve
. The story of the Twenty-first Regiment, Connecticut Volunteer Infantry, during the Civil War, 1861-1865 [electronic resource] . cabin, packedlike sardines in double tiers, we passed most miserable andsleepless nights. Favoring breezes finally wafted us to Hatteras and ourworthy Captain of the unworthy steamer Francis came tothe deliberate conclusion that, as he had no ballast, he couldnot pass the Cape, and so decided to return to Newberne forballast. Noble old man! He, with all his nautical experience,had to go to Hatteras to find that he could not pass theCape in ordinary weather with a vessel carrying no return to Newberne was but a repetition of the voyagedown, and upon our arrival we found orders countermandingthose ordering us to Fortress Monroe and returning us toWashington, N. C. Gladly did we bid our gentlemanlyCaptain an affectionate and hearty farewell with the hopethat he may not forget to take ballast when he sails downthe dark river, from which there is no return. We left New-berne the same evening and arrived at Washington, N. C,April 5, 1864, and returned to camp, glad to get fc^Vw SUPPLIES. 178 Twenty-first Regiment Connecticut Volunteers. CHAPTEE IXIIII THE BATTLE OF DREWKYS BLUFF ADDRESS DELIVERED AT THE REUNION, MAY l6, 1876, BYCAPTAIN W. S. HUBBELL. Twelve years ago to-day, my comrades, no insurance agentwould have taken a risk on our lives. Our chances forlongevity were too slender to justify any great expectationson that score, and the red clay of Old Virginia bade fair tocover our bodies in their last sleep. How grateful to usthen would have been the assurance that we should meethere to-day, in a land of peace, from which even the memoriesof war have well nigh fled! Surely this is a better placethan that foggy, swampy, lurid, sulphurous battle-field in thewoods near Fort Darling. God be thanked for the differencein our favor to-day! And with such thanks in mind, let usproceed to fight our battle oer again at Drewrys Bluff
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