he enemy's fire.
This was the signal for fresh girding up, last inspections and final arrangements for battle.
Lieutenant John Grimball and myself divided the honor of commanding the eight-inch Columbiads.
He fought the starboard and I the port gue port side were under command of Lieutenant Alphonse Barbot (recently died in New York). Each Lieutenant had two guns.
Grimball and myself had each a bow-chaser and a broadside gun. The two Masters, John L. Phillips and Samuel Milliken, were in chark on her. Unfortunately the gun recoiled off its chassis, and I was out of the action for five or ten minutes. However, Grimball made up for it. He had the best gun Captain—Robert McCalla— in the ship, and a superb crew, and his gun seemed to be conf us, distant about one hundred yards, and paddling down stream for dear life.
Her armor had been pierced four times by Grimball, and we were running after her to use our ram, having the advantage of speed.
Opposite to me a man was standing outside