Bermuda Hundred

Letter one forty-four.

Camp between Bermuda Hundred and Petersburg, Virginia.

May nine, eighteen sixty-four.

I have just time to write a short letter before going to the landing to attend to my mail.

The next morning, the bulk of the expedition came up from Fortress Monroe, and it was a great spectacle.

As far as the eye could reach swarmed vessels of every description: transports, tugs, ironclads, and gunboats.

About dark, we were at Bermuda Hundred at the mouth of the Appomattox River.

We mounted men were on a different boat from the regiment, and after a vain hunt of a couple of hours, we gave up trying to find the Second that night and camped by the roadside, picketing our horses and with our saddles for pillows.