. Storia della prima batteria leggera Connecticut Volontarii, 1861-1865. Registrazioni personali e promemoria. La storia della batteria dalla sua organizzazione al momento attuale . o è stato un po 'eccitato, tirato il grilletto e la palla colpito thesole della sua scarpa. Uno dei ragazzi ha perso la sua rivolta e grandi sforzi sono stati fatti per scoprire whowas il ladro. L'azienda è stata assembledand gli ufficiali hanno cercato gli effetti di eachman con grande precisione, ma nessun segno della rivolta. Qualcuno guardava il thematter e infine lo foimd su uno dei servitori neri officers LW AT . Il pesce fresco che abbiamo catturato ma

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. History of the First Light Battery Connecticut Volunteers, 1861-1865. Personal records and reminiscences. The story of the battery from its organization to the present time . o was somewhat excited, pulled the trigger and the ball struck thesole of his shoe. One of the boys lost his revolverand great efforts were made to find out whowas the thief. The company was assembledand the officers searched the effects of eachman with great thoroughness, but no signs ofthe revolver. Some one was looking up thematter and finally foimd it on one of the officersblack servants. The fresh fish we caught made a pleasantchange in ihe bill of fare. We had at this timesome barrels of pickled onions which came fromthe sanitary commission. The water on FollyIsland was the vilest drink ever offered to humanbeings. The roots of the palmetto seemed toreach everywhere and the water in wells dug onthe ridges was almost the color of red ink, and brackish; even the horseswould not drink it; so we dug wells on the beach, and there found a purewater, which, until the extra high tides came, was a great luxury. Whenthe tides flooded the wells, we dug new ones, and so got along very well.. JACOB T. GUPTIL, of Meriden.Enlisted Nov. 21, 1861; re-enlist-ed veteran Dec. 26, 1863 ; mus-tered out June II, 1865. 284 HISTORY AND REMINISCENCES Our ration of beans was often boiled, and many of the boys used to cook themdown in frying pans, and so make a good substitute for baked beans; porkand beef we used to stew with hard bread, so as to get a change; but thecoffee was always good. Plain as the fare was, the appetites of all handswere always good, and about meal times some hungry chap would get nearthe buglers tent and shout out, Sound your A, Charles. As cold weatherapproached, we built a meeting place. First we dug a large square holeabout two feet deep, piling up the sand so as to make an embankment, andstuck branches in this to break the wind and keep the sand from blowingaway. In the centre we built a

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