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Text for Page 067 [03-22-1862]

	Potomac.   On Board the �Kent.�
has got very drunk and his friend Sneedon is
almost in a similar condition; I persuade them
from exposing themselves before their cranky chief.
And so we steam down the Potomac.
  Many of the localities were pointed out to me by
Heine, who had been on duty some distance down
the river, frustrating the running of rebel-mails
from the Maryland to the Virginian shore, pre-
venting the transmission of supplies &c.   He had
a negro on board, one Harry, a �contraband,�
whom I got to take care of my horse.      The day
was sunny, the river muddy, the shores wooded
or high banked: we passed many Confederate
batteries, deserted or in possession of the Union
troops.     Having outstripped the rest of the trans-
ports, we dined at about � to 3.        At Matamon
Creek or thereabouts, a boat put off from us with
charts and orders for Gen. Hooker, who presently
came aboard and had an interview with Hein-
tzelman.     (I learnt to know and respect Hooker
afterwards.)     Anon we steamed back for a 
space, repassing the squadron, which made a
brave sight, and returned.      After supper I get
a wash in the skipper�s cabin, and then go to 
scribbling for the Tribune, having amassed all
sorts of items about our voyage down the river
and intending to mention all its localities.   Our
crew is a miscellaneous one, comprising some               
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