Elliott leapt ashore, rifled the picket-house, and returned for another time.
The picket at Pinckney Island was caught and put under guard.
Elliott and Mickler, with detachments, started for the house.
Night found them about its enclosure.
A dread silence reigned as the two leaders posted their men and prepared for theas.
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.
HalMickler 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 l