Even this cursory examination proved to me that the point was all I could hope for. Sailing a mile or two up the James River, we turned about and reached home in time for an early supper.
That evening I organized an expedition of two thousand men, some artillery, and some heavy guns to command the river, with the necessary intrenching tools, and with three days rations in the haversacks of the troops.
We got off the next morning at seven o'clock, and at half-past 8 we were ruthlessly trampling down that field of wheat in pitching our camp and marking out the line of intrenchments stretching across the point from water to water.
One of the regiments was that of Colonel Phelps, and I detailed him in command. From that time Newport News was always the place where the fleet of the navy found fine air, fine anchorage, and plenty of water, and was never disturbed by a hostile shot until the arrival of the Merrimac, and the sinking of the frigates Congress and Constellation, in the spring following.
That we were not a day too early was shown by the immediate occupation by the rebels of Pig Point, which lies precisely on the opposite side of the James River at its junction with the Nansemond.