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Ught; so we remained. They will certainly starve soon
enough without our help; and yet--I feel we should all be together still. That last superfluous word is the refrain of Gibbes's song that is ringing in my ears, and that I am chanting in a kind of ecstasy of excitement:-- "Then let the cannon boom as it

will, We'll be gay and happy still!" And we will be happy in spite of Yankee guns! Only--my dear This,

That, and the Other, at Port Hudson, how
I pray for your safety! God spare our brave soldiers, and lead them to victory! I write, touch my guitar, talk, pick lint, and pray so rapidly that it is hard to say which is my occupation. I sent Frank some lint the other day, and a bundle of it for Mr. Halsey is by me. Hope neither will need it! But to

my work again! Half-past One o'clock, A.M. It has come at
last! What an awful sound! I thought I had heard a bombardment
before; but Baton Rouge was child's
play compared to this. At half-past eleven came the first
gun--at least the first _I_ heard, and I hardly think it could have commenced many moments before. Instantly I had my hand on Miriam, and at my first
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