ely imaginations had invested with supernatural power, there was no reason why 47 heavy guns and 700 men should run away from such goblins.
A badly-constructed ram ran her snout into the Richmond and ripped off three pieces of her planking; there were no firerafts, and Hollins' squadron was all a sham.
His gunboats were nothing more than frail river craft with small rifled guns — like those which Bailey's division sent to the bottom after a fifteen minutes engagement at the battle of Forts Jackson and St. Philip.
Put this matter in any light you may, it is the most ridiculous affair that ever took place in the American Navy.
There is no instance during the war like it. To think that we should have to write of such a retreat is mortifying, but it stands on record, described in language that almost claims merit for the flight of the Richmond and her consorts, chased by a ram that was going in an opposite direction as fast as her disabled machinery would take her,--her officers t