ht the blockade runner Little Hattie came in, and Captain Lebby came ashore to report his narrow escape from capture.
He had passed safely through the formidable fleet, and thought he had been followed in by one of the enemy's ships, but she had not molested him. He was about leaving when the officer of the day reported a vessel on fire up the beach about a mile from the fort.
I went on the ramparts and saw what looked like a blockade runner on fire.
Captain Lebby thought it must be the Agnes Fry, which steamer had left Nassau with him for Wilmington, and I so telegraphed General Whiting.
I watched the burning vessel for half an hour, and ordered the mounted pickets to be careful not to fire on any approaching boats.
I had a good opportunity to note the position of the vessel, and considered her a mile from the fort.
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