This was a still warmer day than yesterday. There was no winter in it. We were again put on to the Patuxent, and with hope [?] we moved off a considerable way into the channel, but stuck just near where the Pioneer, which has part of the N.Y. 51st on, was fast. The Union and a black little gunboat were at her, and directly we saw her move, cheered her, and away she went into the channel, up into the sound. She is in anyhow, and if we but get past this wave, we will go in too. The little Patuxent tugs away, the Eagle comes to help us - but, it is now twelve o'clock, the water is low, but we are in the best of spirits that this evening we will go over, or tomorrow at farthest. The schooner on which the signal corps sailed has not been heard from yet. Beaver feels rather good that he got sailing with us. Some one that counted says that there are 110 vessels in here. We got back to the Cossack in time for dinner.
