United States -- History -- War of 1812 -- Fiction
We had but three guns in our broadside to oppose to seven; and,
furthermore, the guns of the stranger were much heavier than ours.
Instantly I saw that to lie where we were would be certain destruction,
and my best course was to try to carry the enemy by boarding, or else
run away, if running were possible.
I gave the order to lay the ship aboard; but when we tried the
maneuver it was found that the schooner would not answer the helm,
her rudder having been shot away close to the head. A few minutes
later the carpenter reported that the schooner was badly hit below the
water-line, and was leaking fast.
At the third broadside our foremast was shot through about twenty feet
above the deck. It was not cut short off, but so weakened that as soon
as a strain was put upon it, it broke and fell. In its fall it killed
one man and injured another, and it buried one of the guns beneath the
folds of the foresail.
Not many minutes after announcing the leak caused by the enemy's shot,
the carpenter reported eight inches of water in the hold, and the
opening of additional leaks by the guns of our antagonist. With rudder
and foremast gone, the Marguerite was totally unmanageable. She was
leaking so badly that she would sink in a few hours; and though we had
inflicted considerable damage upon the enemy, he was far less disabled
than we were.
My list of killed and wounded was not small; and though my men were
ready to keep up the struggle as long as any of them were able to
stand, I saw that further fighting was useless. It was with a heavy
heart that I gave the order to cease firing and haul down the flag.
The crew was wild with excitement, and I never saw them make so near an
approach to mutiny as at that time. Had they received any encouragement
from the mates, I am quite confident they would have refused to lower
the ensign when I gave the order to do so, but would have fought on
till the deck settled beneath them into the waters of the Atlantic, or
the last man dropped from wounds or exhaustion.
Instantly the enemy ceased firing. I got out the only boat that had
not been smashed by the enemy's shot. While the men were getting it
into the water I hailed our captor, and announced that we were sinking.
Soon as I could get there I went on board the victor to make formal
surrender of the Marguerite; and while on the way we were met by two
boats that had come to remove our men ere the schooner went down.
I carried with me all my official and private papers, together
with such other things as I could hastily gather, since there was
considerable doubt about my being able to return to save anything from
the fast sinking vessel. Haines said he would lookout for the rest
of my effects, or as much of them as he would be able to save; and I
told him to tell the crew to get their dunnage bags ready for immediate
transfer to the vessel that had made prize of us.
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