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The Daily Dispatch: September 4, 1863., [Electronic resource], The siege of Charleston. (search)
ne, including the Ironsides and five monitors. The bombardment between the land-batteries continued last night up to the hour of closing our report, twelve o'clock. About 2 o'clock Sunday night the steamer Sumter was engaged in transporting detachments of the 61st North Carolina, 23d Georgia, and 20th South Carolina, from Morris Island to another part of the harbor. It had reached a position, coming in outside of Fort Sumter, when, by some unfortunate blunder, it was fired upon by Moultrie. A shot passed through its hull, causing it partially to sink, killing at the same time five men, and wounding several others. Many of the men endeavored to escape by swimming, and of these, twenty it is said were drowned. Barges were sent to the rescue, and six hundred were saved from the wreck. From a letter found in the mail bag of the gunboat Ottawa, evidently written by an officer, we learn that a Whitworth gun burst in one of the shore batteries a few days previous to the date
The Daily Dispatch: September 4, 1863., [Electronic resource], Northern correspondence — Statement of deserters. (search)
somethin'." "How came so many to desert together? Were you not afraid to talk to each other about coming away?" "Well, we was all of us neighbors afore the war, and we bestowed who we was talkin to. The whole brigade would desert if they could git a chace." "How do they feel about Sumter?" "Oh, the papers is full o' big talk, like they allus was, but we could see it, an' we knew 'twastwas comin' down. They're goin' to hold it as long as they can. The soldiers over to Moultrie feel pretty safe, but somehow they're kind o' discouraged. Battery Bee will give you unsta beltin' though. She's got some big rifles, an' they feel safer'n all the rest." "How large a force is there in Charleston now?" "'Deed I don't know, sir. It's six weeks since we was in Charleston." So the questions were piled, and the answers returned, until every conceivable subject was exhausted. The deserters expressed a strong desire to return to their State, which, they think, i