30 March 1863

Plymouth, N. C., March 30, 1863

My dear Parents — As the band to which I belong was rehearsing on the morn of Feb. 26th, orders came for all but two companies to pack up and be ready to start in an hour’s time. It was decided to leave Company A & I until the next boat; consequently, all was hurly burly. About 5 P. M., the column started headed by the band for the boat. At about 7 we went on board Escort — about the size of City of Hartford. The colonel provided the band with quarters in the officer’s cabin. The next morning — 27th — we came into Pamlico Sound. The day was pleasant & we enjoyed ourselves finely playing on the officer’s deck & sleeping in the officer’s cabin. On the morning of the 28th, we passed Roanoke Island which consists chiefly of sand palms, pine woods, and swamps. We then passed through a part of Albemarle Sound, then entering Roanoke river after a sail of 28 miles. Arrived at Plymouth — a very pretty place indeed — about the size of the Green [?]. As we came up to the wharf, we were playing a lively waltz which started all the colored population for the river. They said they “neber heard of such doins” before. The colonel gave the band permission to live in a house if we could find one which we did in a few moments. It is about such a house as Mr. Ed Griswold’s though not painted, good barn & out houses which serve faithfully as a wood pile. We are subject to no camp orders. It is a good warm house, good well, & everything convenient. Col. Shurtliff & staff live in a house like Mrs. Colton’s opposite of us. We have confiscated blankets, beds, tables, & chairs. We take our meals at camp. Have nothing to do but play at guard mounting. Consequently, we are having nice times and enjoying ourselves first rate.

Plymouth is a beautiful little place — such houses as Edwin Wilson’s are of no account and are torn down to furnish boards for the boys to fix their beds. It is colder here than in Newbern but we have a good large fireplace and a good large barn which I think will keep us warm until our time is out. Our letters will all go to Newbern & then come up here. Give my best respects to all enquiring friends. Send this up to Rockville of you have a chance. Write soon & believe me truly your affectionate son, — George