Pike & Cutlass: Hero Tales of Our NavyGibbs, George
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Pike & Cutlass: Hero Tales of Our Navy
Gibbs, George
United States -- History, Naval
Cushing knew that if he was to get over the log booms he must strike
them fair; then perhaps he could slide over within striking distance. He
shifted his helm, and making a wide sweep out into the stream, gathered
all the headway he could and came down into the very jaws of the great
monster. A tremendous volley from the shot-guns and muskets of the
sentries greeted them, and Paymaster Swan was wounded. Cushing received
a charge of buckshot in the back of his coat and had the sole of his shoe
torn off, but these were the only shots which took effect.
Cushing here shouted, in a loud voice, “Leave the ram; we’re going to blow
you up!” hoping to create a panic. But the Confederates continued firing,
and succeeded in getting in two howitzer-shots, one of which felled a
man by Cushing’s side. At this moment, Gay, up forward in the launch,
took careful aim with the howitzer, and sent a charge in the midst of the
Confederate crew. Then with a slight jar the sled-like bow rose on the
boom. She balanced a second, and slid over within the enclosure, half full
of water, but within reaching distance.
One of the great guns of the “Albemarle,” a hundred-pounder, protruded
from a broadside port directly in front of them, and they could see the
gun-crew frantically training the gun and trying to depress the muzzle
enough to bear on them. It was a matter of seconds now. Who would fire
first? Cushing had lowered the torpedo-spar, and as soon as he had it well
under the overhang he detached it, then waited until he heard the torpedo
strike the hull, when he pulled the trigger-line. He was not a fraction
of a second too soon, for the two concussions were almost simultaneous.
There was a muffled roar from below the great vessel, and a column of
water shot out from under her as she lifted on the wave. The shock of the
hundred-pounder was terrific, and it seemed as if the frail launch had
been blown to pieces. But Cushing had been too quick for them. The charge
of canister passed a few feet over their heads and scattered in the river
beyond.
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