Life on the James. It's not the heat, it's the humidity…

Geer - - June 13, 1862
We took the tempriture of several parts of the ship, or rather I did, as I have charge of the Thurmomitor, and found in my Store Room, which is farthest astern, it stood at 110; in the Engine Room 127; in the Galley, where they Cook and after the Fire was out 155; on the Berth Deck where we sleep, 85. I think the hottest day I ever saw in NY was up to 102 in the Shade, so you can see what a hell we have. I spend most of my time in pleasant weather under an Awning on Deck, and sleep there these hot nights.
Keeler - - August 7, 1862
Hot, hotter, hottest – could stand it no longer, so last night I wrapped my blanket ‘round me & took to our iron deck – if the bed was not soft it was not so insufferable hot as my pen.

What with heat, mosquitoes & a gouty Captain have nearly gone distracted.