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Every one almost was sick. I went out to wash, and came back for a touch when it struck me about the pit of the stomach - I got outside & got well enough, until I came in to get breakfast - & had to rush out, and got up all the bile in me. About ten we arrived opposite <placeName>Hatteras inlet</placeName> & in a half hour crossed the bar and anchored opposite <placeName>Ft. Clark</placeName>. I could not help laughing at the woe begone expression of the countenances for the last few days; <persName>John Smith</persName>, the Col's servant suffered particularly. <persName>Dick </persName>was sick too until we stopped inside the bar. <persName>Cap Snyder</persName>, <persName>Lt Gaulen</persName>, <persName>Beaver</persName> and several others were sick all the time. The Col. was also in best most of his time. I had a sort of tremulous fear of it, until last night, when though there was a <objectName type="weather">good deal of high seas</objectName>, I felt so well that I had given up all expectation of being sick. During the night there was a <objectName type="weather">severe wind</objectName>, and nearly every one on the <objectName type="vehicle">boat</objectName> was sick. I however slept through it all - toward morning I wakened up by being nearly pitched out. I had no suspicion of my own fate until I got up. I found <persName>Dick</persName> rolling around the floor, and after the most ridiculous attempts falling over my trunk pitching in to <persName>Capt Shawl's</persName> <objectName type="food">bread basket</objectName> with my head, and seeing <persName>Capt. Shawl</persName> immediately after make a motion as if he were going <pb facs="https://leaf.bucknell.edu/sites/default/files/2026-01/diary22.jpg"/> to die, and landing head formost among a pile of trunks. I steadied myself with one arm around a post, and managed to get my stock on. I then went out to wash - & coming back was seized with a burning sensation in the pit of the stomach and commenced gaging: I rushed out, but it ended in gaging. I went out on the side of the stern and lay there watching the fleet. We were farthest out, just opposite <placeName>Cape Hatteras</placeName>. Between us and the shore was a white steamer, the <objectName type="vehicle">Eastern Queen</objectName>, the <objectName type="vehicle">George Peabody</objectName>, having the little propeller <objectName type="vehicle">Picket</objectName> in tow, and several other steamers following behind. They were in the worst of the <objectName type="weather">rolling waves,</objectName> and rolled and pitched wonderfully: we could see them roll down until the sides were covered. We could see<persName> Gen. Burnside</persName> standing on the Deck of the <objectName type="vehicle">Picket</objectName>, seemingly unaffected. The propellers rolled like logs. We soon stood in towards shore, and crossed the bow of the <objectName type="vehicle">Peabody</objectName>. A splendid steamship came up past us, the <objectName type="vehicle">Spaulding</objectName> - the little gunboat pilot came out, she hailed us, and asked our draft - 8 feet replied the Captain - "Too much sea to cross the Bar." Our paddles stopped, but the <objectName type="vehicle">Spaulding</objectName> & <objectName type="vehicle">Picket</objectName> made a dash. It was a splendid sight - The <objectName type="weather">waves rolling</objectName> and chasing each other until they broke in madness, dashing high the spray - the <objectName type="vehicle">Spaulding</objectName> went through, and we followed hard after her, getting in before the little <objectName type="vehicle">Picket</objectName>. I stood on the hurricane deck as we went through. Even our big boat pitched so that we had to hold fast. But just before this I had been down aft - <persName>Foster</persName> came out pale and dizzy looking -<persName> John Smith </persName>stuck his out of a little window - had colored in hue - each making desperate efforts to relieve the stomach. Foster recovered and proposed to go in to breakfast. I consented - went in - took a piece of <objectName type="food">ham</objectName> - & was waiting for <objectName type="food">bread</objectName> - when I was seized with an intense nausea - I started aft - fell over a trunk overset the Col's table, which went down with a tremendous clatter - & succeeded in getting out to relieve myself of considerable bile. Since then I have been perfectly well, except being weak from not having eaten anything. Four o'clock we had dinner and a hungrier set of men were never seen - Some had not eaten for two days. I feel most splendidly now. All have recovered & are in fine spirits. This is a dreadful windy place. We interested ourselves in watching the other ships come through the inlet. Very few of the sailing vessels have come through, owing to the <objectName type="weather">head winds</objectName>, and are riding outside. But nearly all the steamships have arrived, and the harbor looks lively. The point is a low beach of sand - <placeName>Fort Clark</placeName> near the point, with one or two board houses on it. The inlet is but a quarter of a mile wide and very dangerous. The book prescribes that no one should go in without a pilot. When we reached <placeName>Cape Hatteras</placeName> last evening, we turned back and ran north until midnight & then turned passing the light house at the Cape about nine o'clock. The 48th Penn Reg, Col Nagle is on this place garrisoning <placeName>Ft. Clark.</placeName></p> </div> </body> </text> </TEI>