United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction
The rest of the populace were enjoying no such solace from any waggish
interpretation of the future. The present, that single momentous day,
was for them as much of time as they cared to contemplate. Doubtless the
satisfaction was very general among the citizens, regardless of
political prepossessions, when it became known that Captain Baynell with
a detachment of horse artillery had gone out and taken up a position
that had enabled him at last to silence the Confederate guns on the
pinnacle, not, however, before the masked battery by the river was
practically dismounted.
Now both infantry and cavalry were ordered out in an effort to intercept
the venturesome Rebel artillerymen as they sought to descend from their
steep pinnacle of rock. The dust on the turnpike, redly aflare in the
sunset rays, betokened the progress of the march, and now and then it
was harassed by shells and grape from the swivel guns of the fort, for
Roscoe's limited command had not been able to bring the heavier ordnance
of the embrasures to bear upon the camps around the town.
The whole community was in a panic, for this might soon betide. But a
gunboat came, as it chanced, up the river, took a position of advantage,
and with great precision of aim soon shelled the little force out of the
main work. Their capture was momently expected, but they made good their
retreat to their former position in the redoubt, with the intention
unquestionably of escaping thence by the secret passage which had
afforded them access. In leaving, however, the powder magazine was blown
up by accident or design, destroying the integrity of the whole
fortification, and shattering nearly every pane of glass in the town,
the force of the concussion indeed bringing the tower of the hospital
hard by to the ground. That the raiders had perished was not doubted,
till news came of a sharp skirmish which took place under cover of
darkness at the mouth of a sort of grotto in Judge Roscoe's grove, and
in the confusion, surprise, and obscurity all escaped save some
half-dozen left dead upon the ground.
CHAPTER XV
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