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78 sized palmettos. A little further we began to have our first experience with [[underlined]] oysterbed-shoals. [[/underlined]] and while crossing a place called [[underlined]] "The Cove" [[/underlined]] near Moultrie and in sight of Charleston, we ran aground near the red [[Brema?]] Channel is badly explained in Inland Pilot Guide and I intend to write about it to Washington. As it was low tide we had to wait until high water sets in. But I do not mind the experience as this gives me time to write up my notes to date. After about 2 hours (5 P.M) tide has is in sufficiently to be afloat and we could proceed. In the mean time 3 men of [[underlined]] Coast Guard [[/underlined]] and Life-safing station came to our rescue in a [[underlined]] rowboat [[/underlined]] from the near by station and offered [[end page]] [[start page]] 79 assistance which however was not needed. We arrived at [[underlined]] Charleston [[/underlined]] when it was just becoming dark and tied up on a dock near the Custom house, next to a Ferry laid up for the winter. There were two Government boats - internal revenue cutters there and except a small negro boy and the [[strikethrough]] watchman of the [[/strikethrough]] man on watch on the Government boat there was nobody. It rains slightly. [[underlined]] Charleston [[/underline]] with its spires and houses lined along the waterfront makes a good impression when entering from the water. I notice large piers and warehouses of steamer lines near waterfront. Johnson went ashore. I prefer to stay aboard. till to morrow This Sunday evening the town undoubdetly is very empty. [[underlined]] I am feasting on some canned [[/underlined]]