Short was his triumph.
Gliding round the point, he found himself instantly engaged with a light battery of four or six guns, doubtless the same we had seen in the distance.
The Milton was within two hundred and fifty yards. The Connecticut men fought their guns well, aided by the blacks, and it was exasperating for us to hear the shots, while we could see nothing and do nothing.
The scanty ammunition of our bow gun was exhausted, and the gun in the stern was useless, from the pile to seek them.
I was by this time so far exhausted that everything seemed to pass by me as by one in a dream; but I got into a boat, pushed up stream, met presently the John Adams returning, and was informed by the officer in charge of the Connecticut battery that he had abandoned the tug, and — worse news yet — that his guns had been thrown overboard.
It seemed to me then, and has always seemed, that this sacrifice was utterly needless, because, although the captain of the John Adams had