it; that is to say, to quote Gwin, he fled ingloriously.
This left us with the Tyler, now getting pretty sick, and the Carondelet to deal with.
It was, I think, somewhere about this stage of the fight that a bolt entered the pilot-house and mortahere was any hope; but he finally took to his heels, badly crippled, and went after the mustang.
What Walke did in the Carondelet, in the first part of the engagement, I am not competent to say, as I was mounting my gun, but I think he was hacked quate, when I came on the scene again (not more than ten minutes had elapsed from the first gun), and ran out my gun, the Carondelet was right ahead of us, distant about one hundred yards, and paddling down stream for dear life.
Her armor had been pierry.
These fellows we had beaten were but skirmishers of a main army.
Consequently, we pushed down the river, and the Carondelet sank on a sand-bar on the right side.
I have been very explicit in regard to this battle with the Caronde-let, inasm