The sailor boy : $b or, Jack Somers in the navyOptic, Oliver
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The sailor boy : $b or, Jack Somers in the navy
Optic, Oliver
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Naval operations -- Juvenile fiction
“Hurrah!” shouted the gun-crews.
“Ready with the gang-planks!” added the commander; and, at the same
time, the bell from the wheel-house stopped the engine, and the boat
struck the shore.
“Boarders, away!” shouted Mr. Granger, as the steamer touched the shore.
“Hurrah!” yelled the seamen, as they leaped ashore, and dashed up the
hill to the spot where the battery was located.
On they flew, up the slope, and over the breast-works; when, after
a short and decisive struggle, the victory was won. There were but
few men in the fort,--only enough to man the guns,--and there was
nothing very brilliant in the achievement. Jack Somers hardly found an
opportunity to strike a blow. The rebel flag was pulled down, and the
stars and stripes were run up in its place.
“Not so bad as it might be,--is it?” said Jack, with a smile, to
Grummet.
“You haven’t seen the end of it yet,” persisted the grumbler.
“We’ve seen the end of this battery, at any rate.”
It was quite true that they had not yet seen the end of the expedition;
for, after a working-party had been detailed to transport the guns
to the steamer, Mr. Granger ordered the first cutter to be manned,
and immediately started up the bay in her. After pulling a short
distance, they discovered the town which was known to be there; and,
at a convenient place, the commander landed. Taking twenty men with
him, he proceeded to examine the locality. On the road, which they soon
reached, they captured two men, whom Mr. Granger questioned, and from
whom, in spite of themselves, he obtained some valuable information.
Crossing the neck of land, they came to the water on the other side;
and here Mr. Granger discovered that of which he had evidently been in
search. It was a nondescript craft, which the rebels were converting
into a ram; probably for the purpose of making a raid among the
men-of-war at Ship Island. At the approach of the party, the mechanics
who were at work upon her fled, as though the whole Federal army was
sweeping down upon them. Mr. Granger gave directions for setting fire
to the ram; and the seamen piled up heaps of chips and shavings in
various parts of her, and applied the match.
The party remained long enough to insure the destruction of the clumsy
contrivance; and then hastened back to the boat, which was about two
miles distant.
When they reached the road which they had before crossed, a new and
startling state of things menaced them. Rushing down the road, on
the double-quick, was a company of infantry. They had just come in
sight from behind a hotel used in summer for pleasure-seekers from
New Orleans: and it was impossible to elude their observation; for
the country was flat and open, and afforded no place for defense or
concealment.
Jack could not help glancing at Mr. Granger to observe the effect of
this discovery upon him; but he looked calm and unmoved, as he had all
the morning.
“It’s lucky old Grummet isn’t here,” said Tom.
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