A campaign in MexicoScribner, B. F. (Benjamin Franklin)
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A campaign in Mexico
Scribner, B. F. (Benjamin Franklin)
Mexican War, 1846-1848 -- Personal narratives
_22d._--We have now fair wind, and are making fine speed. This morning
the reading party was broken up by the fantastic gambols of a shoal
of porpoises. This was quite an incident, and was hailed with much
pleasure by the ennui-burdened passengers. At noon we found by the
altitude, that we were but six hours’ sail from Galveston, and but
half way to our destination. The captain says if the wind continues
favorable, we shall, however, reach there in two days. I have felt
gloomy and low spirited all day; owing, I suppose, to our uncomfortable
situation.
_23d._--This has been a miserable day. I do not think I ever spent
one more unhappily. In fact, ever since I have been aboard this ship,
I have had the blues most supremely. The crowd, the confusion, the
dirt, the continual heaving of the vessel, and the dismal wo-begone
countenances, of companions, are well calculated to fill the mind with
reckless despondency.
_24th._--We are now lying at anchor five miles from Brazos Santiago.
About 8 o’clock, last night we witnessed the affecting sight of
a burial at sea. It was indeed a thrilling scene. The moon and
stars shone in all their brilliancy, as if indifferent to human
woes. The body of the dead wrapped in his blanket--the soldier’s
winding-sheet--was brought upon deck. A few words of consolation to
friends composed the ceremony, and the body was lowered into the quiet
deep, food for the “hyenas of the ocean.” I never shall forget the
foreboding pause of the vessel, or the awful splash of the corpse
as it fell into its watery grave. With sad emotions awakened in my
bosom, I lay down upon the quarter-deck, and was ruminating upon the
blighted hopes of this unfortunate youth, when I was aroused by an
approaching storm. I sought shelter in the hold, but the crowd, the
heat, the stench and the groanings of the sick, rendering it almost
insupportable, I soon went aloft, preferring death by drowning to
suffocation. The rain had ceased, but having lost my blanket, I was
forced to take the wet deck and make the best of it. We shall have to
remain on the vessel anchored in the offing, until conveyed ashore by
steamers, to procure which the general and staff have just started in a
long boat.
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