dows and piazzas.
Every avenue was cut off; they fell right and left as the terrible summons surrender was unheeded.
Down the front steps, hand to hand, pistol to knife, came Mickler and a Federal officer.
On the ground the brave struggle was ended by the interference of one of the Confederates.
Mickler was wounded; the Federal escaped.
Half the garrison were killed, the other half were captured.
Night again — midnight — the Elliott battery.
was masked on the Chisolm Island strand; Lambkin's Virginia battery was posted a little lower down, and a few larger pieces were at Port Royal Ferry.
The cavalry (all we had) were in the woods waiting orders.
Why? Well, a large steamer, the George Washington, had approached too near, and grounded the afternoon before.
She had a sixty-four brass gun and swivel, some lighter arms, and a large, armed crew.
Elliott got the news about 5 P. M. The writer was mounted, but the B. V. A., like winged demons (they wore red shirts), put me in a r