I write beside the fire light exhausted to the bone from walking all day.
We left Mobile this morning and are almost to Mon Louis Island. We have stopped beside the Belles Fountain where we took up water and spit bathed. We knew we were close to the end of the days trek when we began reached the Oriental gardens we cold even smell a little sweet olive that bloomed during a warm spell a couple of weeks ago. Water here is sweet and exhibits a most unusual strength in these parts. It surges from a wood pipe to a height of five foot. A unusual and beautiful sight to behold.
We just learned that our mission will be to removed the lenses from the lighthouse, transport and secret it. Can't tell you diary where to be, least this what I have writ falls into enemy hands.
We are supposed to go up along Pioneer Rd tomorrow and march cross the wooden bridge that crosses Fowl river there.
A lad from Bee Bee point left as a runner for dark, to pass word to the Priest that we are a coming.
My rocks are warm and its time to dig them in.
More tomorrow.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
The Confederate Diary of Mr. Patrick
1863, December 28 Its dawn, I shiver from the cold winter wind. Captain says we must move out today to Mon Louis Island. I have a friend down there. His name is Edward Girard. Ed married Julianne Herpin and lives on a Bayou they named Bayou Julianne.
Ed was indentured to Mr. Herpin at his Mercantile store on Fowl river. He worked hard and impressed Mr. Herpin so that he sold him five acres and allowed him to marry one of his daughters, Julianne.
Julianne is a beautiful women many a man would kill to hold her if only for a night. She has long jet black hair that is softer than silk that flows in gentle waves down her back to her waist. She is very proud of it and takes great care to tend to it properly. Ed tells me he loves to sit in his chair after supper and watch her brush and braid it before retiring each night.
Ed and I have spent many a hour on Fowl river trapping fish, stickin flounder and cutting Cedar trees to make fence post.
I only hope the Yankees don't come ashore some day and kill um all.
Time to muster to begin the trek. All for today.
Ed was indentured to Mr. Herpin at his Mercantile store on Fowl river. He worked hard and impressed Mr. Herpin so that he sold him five acres and allowed him to marry one of his daughters, Julianne.
Julianne is a beautiful women many a man would kill to hold her if only for a night. She has long jet black hair that is softer than silk that flows in gentle waves down her back to her waist. She is very proud of it and takes great care to tend to it properly. Ed tells me he loves to sit in his chair after supper and watch her brush and braid it before retiring each night.
Ed and I have spent many a hour on Fowl river trapping fish, stickin flounder and cutting Cedar trees to make fence post.
I only hope the Yankees don't come ashore some day and kill um all.
Time to muster to begin the trek. All for today.
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