At
noon drawd burgo Prisoners hang their heads and look pale. No comfort.
All sorrow.
Saturday, 31st. Drawd bisd. Last night one of our regt got on shore
but got catched. Troubles come on comfort gone. At noon drawd meat and
rice. Verry cold Soldiers and sailors verry cross. Such melancholy
times I never saw.
Sunday, 22nd. Last night nothing but grones all night of sick and
dying. Men amazeing to behold. Such hardness, sickness prevails
fast. Deaths multiply. Drawd bisd. At noon meat and peas. Weather
cold. Sunday gone and no comfort. Had nothing but sorrow and
sadness. All faces sad.
Munday, 23rd. Drawd bisd and butter. This morning Sergt Kieth, Job
March and several others broke out with the small pox. About 20 gone
from here today that listed in the king's service. Times look verry
dark. But we are in hopes of an exchange. One dies almost every
day. Cold but pleasant. Burgo for dinner. People gone bad with the
pox.
Tuesday, 24th. Last night verry long and tiresom. Bisd. At noon rice
and cornmeal. About 30 sick. (They) Were carried to town. Cold but
pleasant. No news. All faces gro pale and sad.
Wednesday, 25th. Lastnight was a sorrowful night. Nothing but grones
and cries all night. Drawd bisd and butter. At noon peas. Capt
Benedict, Leiut Clark and Ensn Smith come on board and brought money
for the prisoners. Sad times.
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