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