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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Documents and Narratives, Volume 8. (ed. Frank Moore)

Doc. 29.-fight in Stono River, S. C. The following extracts of a private letter from one of the engineers on the United States gunboat Marblehead, dated in Stono River, December twenty-fifth, 1863, give an account of the attack of the rebels on that vessel: We had expected for some days to go to Port Royal, and the rebels, probably hearing of it, determined to give us a parting blessing. I had the morning-watch to-day, from four to eight o'clock A. M., and was sitting in the engine-rStono River, December twenty-fifth, 1863, give an account of the attack of the rebels on that vessel: We had expected for some days to go to Port Royal, and the rebels, probably hearing of it, determined to give us a parting blessing. I had the morning-watch to-day, from four to eight o'clock A. M., and was sitting in the engine-room, as usual, when one of the master's mates opened the engine-room door, and wished me Merry Christmas. This put me in mind of home; and while recurring in memory to the many pleasant Christmas-days spent at home, I little thought of what was at hand. It was not long before I was startled by the shriek of a rifle-shell close over my head, instantly followed by the loud summons of the officers of the deck: All hands to quarters! We are attacked! Instantly, all was confusion, as you may w

Doc. 29.-fight in Stono River, S. C. The following extracts of a private letter from one of the engineers on the United States gunboat Marblehead, dated in Stono River, December twenty-fifth, 1863, give an account of the attack of the rebels on that vessel: We had expected for some days to go to Port Royal, and the rebels, probably hearing of it, determined to give us a parting blessing. I had the morning-watch to-day, from four to eight o'clock A. M., and was sitting in the engine-room, as usual, when one of the master's mates opened the engine-room door, and wished me Merry Christmas. This put me in mind of home; and while recurring in memory to the many pleasant Christmas-days spent at home, I little thought of what was at hand. It was not long before I was startled by the shriek of a rifle-shell close over my head, instantly followed by the loud summons of the officers of the deck: All hands to quarters! We are attacked! Instantly, all was confusion, as you may w

ts of a private letter from one of the engineers on the United States gunboat Marblehead, dated in Stono River, December twenty-fifth, 1863, give an account of the attack of the rebels on that vessel: We had expected for some days to go to Port Royal, and the rebels, probably hearing of it, determined to give us a parting blessing. I had the morning-watch to-day, from four to eight o'clock A. M., and was sitting in the engine-room, as usual, when one of the master's mates opened the enginea wicked shot, and was evidently aimed at the engine, and if it had struck, as intended, a few feet further forward, it would probably have killed all in the engine-room and disabled the engine, when the boat would probably have been lost. Nothing but the mercy of the Almighty turned that tremendous missile from its course and saved the ship and our lives. This is the severest fight we have had since the taking of Port Royal. Our proportion of killed and wounded is one in twelve. H. W. R.

were then relieved from quarters, after an engagement of two hours. All hands were called to muster on the quarter-deck, and officers and men, begrimed with powder, assembled around the binnacle to hear the roll called. It was found that six did not answer to their names, and the corpses on the deck and wounded men on stretchers told the story. At this moment the Pawnee came up, closely followed by the mortar-schooner C. P. Williams, which, though a sailing vessel, had come down from Folly River, some six miles, to our assistance, and showed the most praiseworthy promptness, although too late to participate in the engagement. The Pawnee never fired a gun or received a shot. The men faced the music with the most unflinching heroism, and did themselves credit. The Captain complimented them highly, and said that the victory was all due to their efforts. Two of the crew of the eleven-inch gun were almost instantly killed by shells, and the captain (a seaman) of the aft-howitzers

Doc. 29.-fight in Stono River, S. C. The following extracts of a private letter from one of the engineers on the United States gunboat Marblehead, dated in Stono River, December twenty-fifth, 1863, give an account of the attack of the rebels on that vessel: We had expected for some days to go to Port Royal, and the rebels, probably hearing of it, determined to give us a parting blessing. I had the morning-watch to-day, from four to eight o'clock A. M., and was sitting in the engine-room, as usual, when one of the master's mates opened the engine-room door, and wished me Merry Christmas. This put me in mind of home; and while recurring in memory to the many pleasant Christmas-days spent at home, I little thought of what was at hand. It was not long before I was startled by the shriek of a rifle-shell close over my head, instantly followed by the loud summons of the officers of the deck: All hands to quarters! We are attacked! Instantly, all was confusion, as you may w

Doc. 29.-fight in Stono River, S. C. The following extracts of a private letter from one of the engineers on the United States gunboat Marblehead, dated in Stono River, December twenty-fifth, 1863, give an account of the attack of the rebels on that vessel: We had expected for some days to go to Port Royal, and the rebels, probably hearing of it, determined to give us a parting blessing. I had the morning-watch to-day, from four to eight o'clock A. M., and was sitting in the engine-room, as usual, when one of the master's mates opened the engine-room door, and wished me Merry Christmas. This put me in mind of home; and while recurring in memory to the many pleasant Christmas-days spent at home, I little thought of what was at hand. It was not long before I was startled by the shriek of a rifle-shell close over my head, instantly followed by the loud summons of the officers of the deck: All hands to quarters! We are attacked! Instantly, all was confusion, as you may w