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Morris Island (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): article 1
Yankee history of the attempts to blow up the Ironsides — Excitement Ashore. A Morris Island correspondent of the New York Tribune gives that paper a graphic but incorrect account of the attempt to blow up the Ironsides. He says: Last night at about a quarter to 10 o'clock the report of two heavy guns, fired in rapid succession, was heard seaward in the direction of the steam-frigate New Ironsides. --These were followed almost immediately by repeated volleys of musketry, only the flashes of which could be seen through the darkness, lasting for the space of fifteen minutes--then all was silent; and speculation was rife on shore as to what it meant. The "long roll" was sounded in the various camps, and each regiment was drawn up in line on the beach. Fort Gregg was reinforced, orderlies were dispatched to Wagner — the telegraph not being in working order — to learn if anything was known there, but, strange to say, neither officers nor garrison had heard a sound at all unu<
Fort Warren (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): article 1
taliation, which severely wounded Ensign Howard, the officer of the deck. He pretends to have been sailing-master of the expedition, which he undoubtedly was, and is a man of moderate height, strong, muscular frame, a dark wrinkled skin, dark eyes, and coarse black hair and beard. There were three others with him, all under command of Lieut. Glassell, formerly of the United States Navy. He is said to be a man of superior talents and bravery, was captured some time since and confined in Fort Warren, but subsequently, on being released, rejoined the Southern army; he is now a prisoner on the Ottawa. The musketry firing from the frigate after the first volley became rapid and continuous, but seemed in no way to interfere with the execution of the plan had in view by those on board the steamer, as she approached nearer and nearer each moment to the Ironsides, her bow pointing toward the latter's side, and run close in under her guns. At this moment a terrific explosion took place
Folly Island, S. C. (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): article 1
he various camps, and each regiment was drawn up in line on the beach. Fort Gregg was reinforced, orderlies were dispatched to Wagner — the telegraph not being in working order — to learn if anything was known there, but, strange to say, neither officers nor garrison had heard a sound at all unusual. In vain did we look for signals; not a light appeared save those suspended on the rigging of the vessels off the coast. Both Gen. Gilmore and Admiral Dahlgren were signaled — the former at Folly Island, and the latter on his flag-ship, which lay at anchor in the inlet, although the sea all through the day had hardly power enough in it to crawl up the beach, but fawned upon the bright sands and licked them with its wet, sparkling lips. "Had Rowan been attacked? " "Had the rebels the hardihood to attempt to board the Ironsides?" "What does it all mean?" These and similar inquiries were made rather in the light of suggestion and speculation than with the hope of gathering a solution of the<
ers nor garrison had heard a sound at all unusual. In vain did we look for signals; not a light appeared save those suspended on the rigging of the vessels off the coast. Both Gen. Gilmore and Admiral Dahlgren were signaled — the former at Folly Island, and the latter on his flag-ship, which lay at anchor in the inlet, although the sea all through the day had hardly power enough in it to crawl up the beach, but fawned upon the bright sands and licked them with its wet, sparkling lips. "Had Rowan been attacked? " "Had the rebels the hardihood to attempt to board the Ironsides?" "What does it all mean?" These and similar inquiries were made rather in the light of suggestion and speculation than with the hope of gathering a solution of the mixed problem with which each mind was busy. History of the affair. At half-past 9 o'clock of the night in question, the quartermaster on watch on board the new Ironsides reported to the officer of the deck a suspicious craft, with smokestac
on shore as to what it meant. The "long roll" was sounded in the various camps, and each regiment was drawn up in line on the beach. Fort Gregg was reinforced, orderlies were dispatched to Wagner — the telegraph not being in working order — to learn if anything was known there, but, strange to say, neither officers nor garrison had heard a sound at all unusual. In vain did we look for signals; not a light appeared save those suspended on the rigging of the vessels off the coast. Both Gen. Gilmore and Admiral Dahlgren were signaled — the former at Folly Island, and the latter on his flag-ship, which lay at anchor in the inlet, although the sea all through the day had hardly power enough in it to crawl up the beach, but fawned upon the bright sands and licked them with its wet, sparkling lips. "Had Rowan been attacked? " "Had the rebels the hardihood to attempt to board the Ironsides?" "What does it all mean?" These and similar inquiries were made rather in the light of suggestion a<
re piped to quarters; a gun was fired, but the curious craft sat too low in the water, and the ball passed over her. A second shot followed the first, with the same result; then a volley of musketry lighting up for a moment with a flash the steamer, the torpedo at her bows, and the figure of a man sitting astride of the garnisheed hull, engaged in steering. This man, whose name is Toombs, and who is now in irons on board the flag-ship, fired a shot in retaliation, which severely wounded Ensign Howard, the officer of the deck. He pretends to have been sailing-master of the expedition, which he undoubtedly was, and is a man of moderate height, strong, muscular frame, a dark wrinkled skin, dark eyes, and coarse black hair and beard. There were three others with him, all under command of Lieut. Glassell, formerly of the United States Navy. He is said to be a man of superior talents and bravery, was captured some time since and confined in Fort Warren, but subsequently, on being releas
extremely indistinct; she appeared to be steaming at a speed of seven knots an hour. How she could have passed our picket boats was a question to be considered, for it was just possible she might belong to us, and to fire upon her without first determining her character and intention might result in more serious damage than if she were an enemy; so she was allowed to come within hailing distance. More and more distinct she grew as she approached — a cigar-shaped hull, after the pattern of Winans's gunboat, driving before it through the water a smaller object, which could hardly be distinguished; a black smoke pipe, from which issued a thin cloud of black smoke, but no other indications of the motive power within, were visible. Still she glided on, the object of her approach either the frigate itself or the Devils which lay moored on the port side. Coming near enough to hear she was hailed and ordered to stop, but she neither made reply or obeyed the summons. All hands were pi
to hear she was hailed and ordered to stop, but she neither made reply or obeyed the summons. All hands were piped to quarters; a gun was fired, but the curious craft sat too low in the water, and the ball passed over her. A second shot followed the first, with the same result; then a volley of musketry lighting up for a moment with a flash the steamer, the torpedo at her bows, and the figure of a man sitting astride of the garnisheed hull, engaged in steering. This man, whose name is Toombs, and who is now in irons on board the flag-ship, fired a shot in retaliation, which severely wounded Ensign Howard, the officer of the deck. He pretends to have been sailing-master of the expedition, which he undoubtedly was, and is a man of moderate height, strong, muscular frame, a dark wrinkled skin, dark eyes, and coarse black hair and beard. There were three others with him, all under command of Lieut. Glassell, formerly of the United States Navy. He is said to be a man of superior t
uccession, was heard seaward in the direction of the steam-frigate New Ironsides. --These were followed almost immediately by repeated volleys of musketry, only the flashes of which could be seen through the darkness, lasting for the space of fifteen minutes--then all was silent; and speculation was rife on shore as to what it meant. The "long roll" was sounded in the various camps, and each regiment was drawn up in line on the beach. Fort Gregg was reinforced, orderlies were dispatched to Wagner — the telegraph not being in working order — to learn if anything was known there, but, strange to say, neither officers nor garrison had heard a sound at all unusual. In vain did we look for signals; not a light appeared save those suspended on the rigging of the vessels off the coast. Both Gen. Gilmore and Admiral Dahlgren were signaled — the former at Folly Island, and the latter on his flag-ship, which lay at anchor in the inlet, although the sea all through the day had hardly power en<
en sailing-master of the expedition, which he undoubtedly was, and is a man of moderate height, strong, muscular frame, a dark wrinkled skin, dark eyes, and coarse black hair and beard. There were three others with him, all under command of Lieut. Glassell, formerly of the United States Navy. He is said to be a man of superior talents and bravery, was captured some time since and confined in Fort Warren, but subsequently, on being released, rejoined the Southern army; he is now a prisoner on position is that she went down. But struggling for life were two men, evidently members of her crew, who were picked up by a boat lowered for the purpose from the Ironsides. They are the two I have already mentioned — the seaman Toombs and Lieut. Glassell; but neither of them can tell what happened in the time between the explosion of the torpedo and the moment they found themselves battling with the waves, or say confidently whether the steamer sunk or, rekindling her fires, moved off in the
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