On James Island.
Returning to the tent we lay, with its skirts
hitched up to allow what air there was in mo-
tion to circulate, under canvas, on the hay,
dozing and idling away the torrid afternoon.
I had a walk and a gossip afterwards with
of a Penn-
latter I thought
sed to men
Captain J. M. Rice.
on their arms
A smoke and
wards on the
ject of aboli-
cackle in de-
[word crossed out] fence of slavery. �If it was going to be an
abolition was he should resign Etc. and he
didn�t know but that he should� offer his sword
to the other side. Not on this account, but on
his general cockyness and, I am afraid, men-
dacity, Serrell had got himself furiously un-