whites in a miserable steamer were able to destroy and burn an incalculable amount of property, and carry off hundreds of negroes.
Mr. Blake got off very cheap, having only lost twentyfour this time, but he only saved the remainder by his own personal exertions and determination.
He had now sent all his young males two hundred miles into the interior for greater safety.
He seemed to have a very rough time of it, living all alone in that pestilential climate.
A neighboring planter, Mr. Lowndes, had lost 290 negroes, and a Mr. Kirkland was totally ruined.
At 7 P. M. M r. Blake and I called at the office of General Ripley, to whom Mr. Blake, notwithstanding that he is an Englishman of nearly sixty years of age, had served as aid-de-camp during some of the former operations against Charleston.
General Ripley told us that shelling was still going on vigorously between Morris and Folly Islands, the Yankees being assisted every now and then by one or more of their gunboats.