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Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 19. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), The Virginia, or Merrimac: her real projector. (search)
illerist, requesting him to ascertain the date of publication. He replied as follows: ten-mile Mill, S. C., August 10, 1887. I find that all the files of the Charleston Mercury are in the Charleston library, and not one paper missing. There is a great deal said about the Virginia and her fights, and I find the letter you refer to was published in the Mercury dated March 19th, 1862, no date given to the writing of the same. You have an exact copy, as quoted to me in your letter of August 3d. * * Yours truly, Joseph A. Yates. The order of date of publication of the three extracts from Mr. Porter's letters is reversed in Scharf's history. My note-book, kept at that time, contains, under date of March 20th, 1862, this remark: Several papers have published articles from the Norfolk Day-Book, giving the credit of the plan of the Merrimac to John L. Porter. The extraordinary character of this extract fixed it in my memory as the first in which Mr. Porter was brought
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 19. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones), chapter 1.10 (search)
ugust, 1864, we saw a decided increase in the Federal fleet, which was then listlessly at anchor outside of Fort Morgan, in the Gulf of Mexico, consisting of eight or ten wooden frigates, all stripped to a girt line and clean for action; their topmasts sent down on deck and devoid of everything that seemed like extra rigging. They appeared like prize fighters ready for the ring. Then we knew that trouble was ahead, and wondered to ourselves why they did not enter the bay any day. On the 3d of August we noticed another accretion to the already formidable fleet; this was four strange-looking, long, black monsters—the new ironclads—and they were what the Federals had been so anxiously waiting for. At the distance of four miles their lengthy dark lines could only be distinguished from the sea on which they sat motionless, by the continuous volume of thick smoke issuing from their low smokestacks, which appeared to come out of the ocean itself. These curious-looking crafts made their adv