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Frame (search for this): chapter 2.7
es to explode at any moment, I found the wounded men referred to, in the gangway. They said, Captain, we stood by you; do not desert us now.! I told them I would not, and I remained with them until they left the vessel, and then I left in the Oneida's boat, and not half a second too soon. I was too much bruised to help any one overmuch, but I did all I could. Had no uninjured man left the vessel until the wounded had been cared for, I could have escaped capture, like Lieutenants Duke and Frame and the purser, the two former being wounded. When the Oneida's boat approached the Governor Moore, one of its crew recognized me. The officer of the boat wished to know if there was danger of an explosion. I replied, You surely can come where I can stay; come and take off these wounded men. In a moment it was done. One of the boat's crew asked, pointing to a room close by, Is that your trunk? I no sooner said it was than he had it in the boat. We soon reached the Oneida, whose cap
F. B. Renshaw (search for this): chapter 2.7
maintained it until she sank. The Stonewall Jackson ramming the Varuna. Our hoped — for and expected aid never came from any source. So far from it the gun-boat Jackson, lying at quarantine, slipped her cable when the fight commenced, firing two shots at both of us, believing us both enemies (one striking our foremast), and started with all haste for the head-waters of the Mississippi, delaying at New Orleans long enough for her people with their baggage to be landed, when Lieutenant F. B. Renshaw, her commander, burnt her at the levee! The infantry at Chalmette camp could not help us, and the ram Stonewall Jackson, as it then seemed to us, would not! Then I saw that we had to fight the Varuna alone. On finding our bow-gun useless because it was mounted too far abaft the knight-heads to admit of sufficient depression to hull the enemy, then close under our bows, and noting that every shell from the enemy struck us fair, raking the decks, killing former wounded and well m
Ignatius Szymanski (search for this): chapter 2.7
water from the effects of her broadsides. We were now one and a half miles from the forts, and one mile from where we gave chase. On our port bow and the Varuna's port beam, close under the land, I saw the runaway ram Stonewall Jackson making slow progress for want of steam, but working hard to get out of danger. She did not notice us. The Varuna could not have seen her or would have fired at her. We soon left the Stonewall Jackson astern. Four miles more and we were nearly abreast of Szymanski's regiment at Chalmette camp. Still the Varuna had not recognized us. I wanted assistance from that regiment, for I could now see that I had a far superior vessel to mine on my hands. I hoped also for assistance from the ram Stonewall Jackson, now a mile or two on our quarter, and from the Confederate States gun-boat Jackson, over one mile above us, serving as guard-boat at the quarantine station. To secure all this assistance I had but to show our colors and make ourselves known. The
Samuel N. Benjamin (search for this): chapter 2.7
which he was serving when he resigned his commission in the United States Navy. He was succeeded by Lieutenant Read, who fought the ship gallantly until the end. The Manassas, commanded by Lieutenant Warley, had previously done good service, and this time came to grief after two hours fighting, because every ship that neared her selected her thin, half-inch-iron roof and sides for a target. In considering the responsibility for the fall of New Orleans, it should be remembered that Messrs. Benjamin and Mallory were better fitted for the law than to preside over the War and Navy departments of a newly fledged government. The vessel which I commanded was formerly the ocean-built wooden paddle steamship Charles Morgan, of about nine hundred tons, and having a walking-beam engine. When armed by the State of Louisiana, she was named the Governor Moore, and received 2 rifled 32-pounders (not banded and not sighted) and a complement of 93 persons. She was not iron-plated in any mann
S. Tyler Read (search for this): chapter 2.7
s brave officers and men did all in their power to beat back the enemy, but to little purpose, as fourteen of the enemy's seventeen vessels passed their vessel and the forts. The McRae, a small vessel mounting a battery of 1 9-inch and 6 32-pounders, lost her commander, T. B. Huger, early in the battle, and as it happened, he was killed by a shot fired from the Iroquois, the vessel on which he was serving when he resigned his commission in the United States Navy. He was succeeded by Lieutenant Read, who fought the ship gallantly until the end. The Manassas, commanded by Lieutenant Warley, had previously done good service, and this time came to grief after two hours fighting, because every ship that neared her selected her thin, half-inch-iron roof and sides for a target. In considering the responsibility for the fall of New Orleans, it should be remembered that Messrs. Benjamin and Mallory were better fitted for the law than to preside over the War and Navy departments of a n
Benjamin F. Butler (search for this): chapter 2.7
losing several gold pieces, was off as suddenly as he came. I watched my opportunity and returned his money to him rolled up in a tobacco wrapper, saying in as few words as possible why I would not betray the confidence placed in me. When General Butler came on board the Cayuga he asked of Lieutenant-Commanding Harrison, pointing with his thumb over his shoulder at me as he walked aft, Where did you catch him? Loud enough for Butler to hear I replied, Where you were not on hand, or your armButler to hear I replied, Where you were not on hand, or your army either. I was to have been paroled, but the burning of my vessel and the reported killing of the steward and reported burning of my wounded, changed my destination to Fort Warren, where, although I was denied the freedom enjoyed by the other prisoners, I was treated with much consideration by Colonel Justin Dimick, who made fast friends of every prisoner under his charge for his kindness to them. The war has long been over with me, and the most uncompromising on both sides must acknowled
W. S. Lovell (search for this): chapter 2.7
on bales which extended from the floor of the hold to five feet or more above the spar-deck. These and other such vessels were fitted out by the State and the city of New Orleans after the regular navy neglected to take them, and to Lieutenant-Colonel W. S. Lovell (ex-lieutenant United States Navy) is due the credit of their novel construction. Of the other seven rams the General Quitman was like my ship, but smaller. The remaining six had been tug-boats, and were of wood, with walking-bea the west bank, a large, two-masted steamer rushing up-stream like a racer, belching black smoke, firing on each burning vessel as she passed, and flying her distinguishing white light at the mast-head and red light at the peak. I thought of General Lovell, not far ahead of her on board the passenger steamer Doubloon, and quickly made a movement to follow this stranger in the hope of being able to delay or destroy her. Besides, the four or even more large ships so close to us, but obscured from
Charles F. McIntosh (search for this): chapter 2.7
ll to admit of the elevation or depression of her guns, thereby almost entirely destroying their efficiency. The responsibility for this was long since placed with Secretary Mallory, who did not order the construction of the Louisiana until four months before New Orleans fell, and after Stephenson had fashioned that pigmy monster the Manassas, and in a measure had tested her power. The Louisiana was decked over, roofed, iron-plated, armed, and given engines which never propelled her. Commander McIntosh, her fighting captain, was mortally wounded early in the action, and was succeeded by Lieutenant John Wilkinson, and his brave officers and men did all in their power to beat back the enemy, but to little purpose, as fourteen of the enemy's seventeen vessels passed their vessel and the forts. The McRae, a small vessel mounting a battery of 1 9-inch and 6 32-pounders, lost her commander, T. B. Huger, early in the battle, and as it happened, he was killed by a shot fired from the Iroq
Albert Kautz (search for this): chapter 2.7
s destroyed when taking a fire-raft alongside the Hartford. Of the little tug Music and three of the rams I know nothing beyond seeing them burn and explode their magazines after being deserted. My old classmates and messmates among the officers, and shipmates among the crews of the United States ships at New Orleans, treated me with great kindness. To mention a few, Captain Lee shared his cabin with me; Lieutenant J. S. Thornton gave me his room on board the Hartford, and with Lieutenant Albert Kautz made it possible for me to extend some hospitality to friends who called upon me. Lieutenant-Commanding Crosby on receiving me on board the Pinola gave me the freedom of the cabin. When taking me to the Colorado Lieutenants Kidder Breese and Phil Johnson, both my classmates, came with offers of money and clothes, as did Acting Master Furber. When on board the Oneida, anchored close to the levee at the city, I slept from choice under a shelter aft — not a poop deck exactly — which
Franklin B. Crosby (search for this): chapter 2.7
know nothing beyond seeing them burn and explode their magazines after being deserted. My old classmates and messmates among the officers, and shipmates among the crews of the United States ships at New Orleans, treated me with great kindness. To mention a few, Captain Lee shared his cabin with me; Lieutenant J. S. Thornton gave me his room on board the Hartford, and with Lieutenant Albert Kautz made it possible for me to extend some hospitality to friends who called upon me. Lieutenant-Commanding Crosby on receiving me on board the Pinola gave me the freedom of the cabin. When taking me to the Colorado Lieutenants Kidder Breese and Phil Johnson, both my classmates, came with offers of money and clothes, as did Acting Master Furber. When on board the Oneida, anchored close to the levee at the city, I slept from choice under a shelter aft — not a poop deck exactly — which was under the orderly's eye. Near daylight something called him away. An old sailor who had been on several
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