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Text for Page 063 [06-16-1862]

              Something like Danger.
At this time we were passed by a pilot-boat,
very near to us, but so rapidly that we could
barely exchange a word with her.  Descending
the cabin stairs I lost my cap, which must
have been blown overboard; it disappeared sud-
denly.  After supper the weather got rougher
still, until we were really in some danger.  Finding
the comely wife of the hospital-steward of the
56th Penn. in alarm and apprehension, lying
on a mattress in the saloon I comforted her with
a little brandy and water, also talk; holding
her head when she was sick and sitting on the
floor with my arm round her waist, at which
she testified no displeasure.  Things really
looked alarming now and then, and half war-
ranted the women�s fear, for water occasional-
ly poured in from above, at the saloon windows
or side lights, cataract fashion.  At this junc-
ture I felt the ship bump twice, heavily.  Both
the women squalled, but I persuaded them that
it was only an unusually heavy wave striking
against the vessel, assuring great sea faring
experience, when they got calmer again, As
afterwards appeared the ship had grounded
twice on a sand-bar, off Charleston, and
we were all in imminent peril, especially as
Capt. French (our captain) lost his presence of               
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