The new South. [volume] (Port Royal, S.C.) 1862-1867, 1862-09-13
[Writtsn for The Nsas S0pth]
In Quarantine.


The word Quarantine has musical, an agreea-
BILE sound, yet is the condition it specifies an un-
desirable one. Subject to- it, you become .
sanitary Pariah, one of community OF temporary
Robinson Crusoes, cut off from intercourse with
your fellow-man, condemned for limited time to
maritime purgatory. Nay, more, you are in
voluntarily forced into the position of an enemy
of your species, suspected of being an incarnate
infection, a apromenading pestience, an anticipa-
tory ghoul, an Ancient Mariner with the albatross
of disease constantly slung round his neck. In
the imagination of shore-going mortals, you pace
the deck arm in arm with Yellow Jack, impatient
to introduce him to your fellow-creatures.
AL of which is, happily, not the case on board
the Delaware. Subsequent to her departure from
Kew West on the fourteenth Of last month, one OF
our passengers, DR.. Cornick, medical director Of
the post, was taken sick of what at first appeared
as bilious fever but presently developed into
yellow one Thanks to the unremitting attentions
of non-medical friend, he had become entirely
convalescent some days before our arrival of Hill
| ton Head; so much SO, indeed, that he is now on
his way back to his post and duty, according to
Gen. Hunters order. Thatis the only case of yel-
low. fever we have experienced. In truth, the
blusterous, squally weather which kept US impris-
oned at st. Augustine, and accompanied US in our
| voyage northwards, would have dispersed any
possible infection. Nevertheless, we recognize the
wisdom of using all necessary precautions and bow
| to Gen. Hunters authority. And our probation
ary term has nearly elapsed. ,. s...a.-.i
| Our prospect is not diversified one. As the
tide changes, we swing round, gradually and grace
fully, presenting our arboard or starboard side to
the low sandy, sedgy shore of Otter Island or the
| more distant wooded one of St. Helena, and nice
r,ersa. There is, anchored not far from US, the
war-frigate Shepherd Knapp, and also, an unlucky
bark, in similar plight with us, which we all re-
member as sending modest request to us to tow
her out Of the harbor of st. Augustine. When all
day long the bar was sea Of tossing, tumbling
foam which, at night, roared like Niagara! We
bumped twice in getting over it..
We read good deal, writelong letters to friends
(who wouldn't get 'em under other crcumstances,)
smoke, loaf intelgently or the reverse, and some
times 20 out cunning and boating. A few days
ago we went ashore on melancholy occasion
+ will tell you about it.
We have had two deaths on board, one that of
private Almos N. Woods, of the 7th New Hamp-
shire of dysentery, of which he had been sick for
the past five months. We brought him from the
| Tortugas, with other invalid companions. Our
| second loss was that of clergyman, the Rev.
Alfred A. Miller, on his way north with his family
from St. Augustine, where had resided for some
years in the hope of convalescence. As his rela-
tives design removing his body subsequently, it
was temporarily inferred in the deserted rebel fort
on Otter Island, most of us attending the funeral
last Sunday afternoon.
Like most unprecedented solemnities, it was
.o,,ob;no ond af9act;ve With Cant Ettinp of the