U. S. Str. "Connecticut."
At Anchor, Off St. Georges Island, Bermuda.
February 24th, 1865.

My dearest Brother,

     Here we are, arrived at our first port. We sailed from Boston on Tuesday last at about half past twelve, in the afternoon, and the same night were far out at Sea. During the passage down we have been very fortunate as regards the weather, having experienced none of the gales so prevalent about the Bermudas at this season. Our vessel is fast, and a good sea boat, and, under easy steam, averaged ten knots all the way to this place. I think a blockade runner, if we could only fall in with some would stand a very poor chance, should he meet us. We made the land this morning a little before noon, and took a pilot on board a few hours afterward. He, unfortunately, could not take us into the Harbour of St George, on account of our Size, the channel by which it is entered, being very narrow; but he piloted us to our present anchorage inside the reef. The Islands covered with green grass and trees present a very beautiful appearance to us, who have lately seen

so much of the frigid Zone in Boston. None of them are high, but they are pleasantly diversified with hills and valleys, Some of the banks slope gradually down to the sea, and others of black rock rise almost perpendicularly from the ocean. There are several ports, flying the British flag, to be seen which give the place quite a foreign aspect. But with all their beauty, who would consent to live in them. In the middle of the Ocean, seperated from the rest of mankind hearing nothing of the world around them, except when a cruiser occasionally touches here; the inhabitants, I should think would lead rather dreary lives. But they are at home, with friends and relations near, and that, at all events, is the greatest comfort.

     Our pilot tells us there are two or three blockade runners in the harbour, who have been here for more than two months; I suppose they are waiting for an opportunity to run to Galveston. To morrow afternoon we are going off again, I can't say exactly where, but most probably to some of the West Indies. It is possible, some of us may have an opportunity of going ashore in the morning, although doubtful. Excuse dear C. the brevity of my letter but I am very tired and sleepy, having been hard at work all day. I don't think I ever had quite so much to do in my life as I have now, but to night shall sleep peacefully and long amid the "green sea Islands." An American sailing vessel will take this letter to New York to morrow, she was compelled to put in here on account of injuries received in a gale, and I have taken the opportunity to send you

these few lines. Have you heard from rev. lately? Give my love to him when you write. Good night now dear C. That our Father in Heaven may watch over and protect you all at home is ever the prayer of your most affec. Brother,

Herbert.B.Tyson.

dearest love to all and kind remembrances to old Adam.