At Brashear City.
led about amusing themselves as they best
might but found things very dreary. A bar-
rel of whiskey had been brought to Brashear
City by the train and the entire population mi-
litary and civil, seemed to be improving the
rare opportunity � for spirits had been scarce
of late � to get drunk. Hence I heard a con-
tenuous row below the ricketty, shaky floor
of the tavern. �What noise the white men did-
n�t make the negroes did,� as the landlady
remarked in the morning. So I lay, in tor-
ment with the pain of my ear, all night, get-
ting perhaps ten minutes sleep at intervals.
Presently the Frenchman came to bed, from which
he was civilly eliminated by Hills, to another.
Finally Hills and Breed turned in, and so
the weary night waned, and with it the old
year. Thus Brashear City was the extreme
point of imperfectly-subjugated country held
by the Union troops, a locality destined to
be the scene of sundry bloody fights by land
and water. Indeed a Capt or Commodore
Buchanan, to whom I was introduced (I
think) aboard the gun-boat got killed in
an action on the 14th of January next, invol-
ving the destruction of the rebel steamer �Cotton,�
talked of as up the bayou, watching us.