Pictorial history of the war for the Union, volume 2 (of 2) : $b A complete and reliable history of the war from its commencement to its close ... together with a complete chronological analysis of the war — John Shaqi
Pictorial history of the war for the Union, volume 2 (of 2) : $b A complete and reliable history of the war from its commencement to its close ... together with a complete chronological analysis of the warStephens, Ann S. (Ann Sophia)
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Pictorial history of the war for the Union, volume 2 (of 2) : $b A complete and reliable history of the war from its commencement to its close ... together with a complete chronological analysis of the war
Stephens, Ann S. (Ann Sophia)
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865
“Of course we did not have everything our own way; for the enemy poured
in his shot and shell as thick as hail. Over, ahead, astern, all around
us, flew the death-dealing missiles, the hissing, screaming, whistling,
shrieking, and howling of which rivaled Pandemonium. It must not be
supposed, however, that because our broadside guns were the tools we
principally worked with, our bow and stern chasers were idle. We soon
opened with our bow eighty-pounder Dahlgren, which was followed up not
long after by the guns astern, giving evidence to the fact that we had
passed some of the batteries.
“Soon after firing was heard astern of us, and it was soon ascertained
that the Monongahela, with her consort, the Kineo, and the Mississippi
were in action. The Monongahela carries a couple of two-hundred-pounder
rifled Parrot guns. The roar of cannon was incessant, and the flashes
from the guns, together with the flight of the shells from the mortar
boats, made up a combination of sound and sight impossible to describe.
To add to the horrors of the night, while it contributed toward the
enhancement of a certain terrible beauty, dense clouds of smoke began to
envelop the river, shutting out from view the several vessels and
confounding them with the batteries. It was very difficult to know how
to steer to prevent running ashore, perhaps right under a rebel battery
or into a consort. Upward and upward rolled the smoke, shutting out of
view the beautiful stars and obscuring the vision on every side. Then it
was that the order was passed, ‘Boys, don’t fire till you see the flash
from the enemy’s guns.’ That was our only guide through the ‘palpable
obscurity.’ Intermingled with the boom of the cannonade arose the cries
of the wounded and the shouts of their friends, suggesting that they
should be taken below for treatment. So thick was the smoke that we had
to cease firing several times, and to add to the horrors of the night,
it was next to impossible to tell whether we were running into the
Hartford or going ashore, and, if the latter, on which bank, or whether
some of the other vessels were about to run into us or into each other.
All this time the fire was kept up on both sides incessantly.
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