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In the “monitor” turret.
S. Dana Greene, Commander,1 U. S. N., Executive officer of the Monitor.
The keel of the most famous vessel of modern times,
Captain Ericsson's first iron-clad, was laid in the ship-yard of
Thomas F. Rowland, at
Greenpoint,
Brooklyn, in October, 1861, and on the 30th of January, 1862, the novel craft was launched.
On the 25th of February she was commissioned and turned over to the
Government, and nine days later left New York for
Hampton Roads, where, on the 9th of March, occurred the memorable contest with the
Merrimac.
On her next venture on the open sea she foundered off
Cape Hatteras in a gale of wind (December 29th). During her career of less than a year she had no fewer than five different commanders; but it was the fortune of the writer to serve as her only executive officer, standing upon her deck when she was launched, and leaving it but a few minutes before she sank.
So hurried was the preparation of the
Monitor that the mechanics worked upon her day and night up to the hour of her departure, and little opportunity was offered to drill the crew at the guns, to work the turret, and to become familiar with the other unusual features of the vessel.
The crew was, in fact, composed of volunteers.
Lieutenant Worden, having been authorized by the Navy Department to select his men from any ship-of-war in New York harbor, addressed the crews of the
North Carolina and
Sabine, stating fully to them the probable dangers of the passage to
Hampton Roads and the certainty of having important service to perform after arriving.
The sailors responded enthusiastically, many more volunteering than were required.
Of the crew
Captain Worden said, in his official report of the battle, “A better one no naval commander ever had the honor to command.”
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We left New York in tow of the tug-boat
Seth Low at 11 A. M. of Thursday, the 6th of March.
On the following day a moderate breeze was encountered, and it was at once evident that the
Monitor was unfit as a sea-going craft.
Nothing but the subsidence of the wind prevented her from being shipwrecked before she reached
Hampton Roads.
The berth-deck hatch leaked in spite of all we could do, and the water came down under the turret like a waterfall.
It would strike the pilot-house and go over the turret in beautiful curves, and it came through the narrow eye-holes in the pilot-house with such force as to knock the helmsman completely round from the wheel.
The waves also broke over the blower-pipes, and the water came down through them in such
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quantities that the belts of the blower-engines slipped, and the engines consequently stopped for lack of artificial draught, without which, in such a confined place, the fires could not get air for combustion.
Newton and
Stimers, followed by the engineers force, gallantly rushed into the engine-room and fire-room to remedy the evil, but they were unable to check the inflowing water, and were nearly suffocated with escaping gas. They were dragged out more dead than alive, and carried to the top of the turret, where the fresh air gradually revived them.
The water continued to pour through the hawse-hole, and over and down the smoke-stacks and blower-pipes, in such quantities that there was imminent danger that the ship would founder.
The steam-pumps could not be operated because the fires had been nearly extinguished, and the engine-room was uninhabitable on account of the suffocating gas with which it was filled.
The hand-pumps were then rigged and worked, but they had not enough force to throw the water out through the top of the turret,--the only opening,--and it was useless to bail, as we had to pass the buckets up through the turret, which made it a very long operation.
Fortunately, toward evening the wind and the sea subsided, and, being again in smooth water, the engine was put in operation.
Bat at midnight, in passing over a shoal, rough water was again encountered, and our troubles were renewed, complicated this time with the jamming of the wheel-ropes, so that the safety of the ship depended entirely on the strength of the hawser which connected her with the tug-boat.
The hawser, being new, held fast; but during the greater part of the night we were-constantly engaged in fighting the leaks, until we reached smooth water again, just before daylight.
It was at the close of this dispiriting trial trip, in which all hands had been exhausted in their efforts to keep the novel craft afloat, that the
Monitor passed
Cape Henry at 4 P. M. on Saturday, March 8th.
At this point was heard the distant booming of heavy guns, which our captain rightly judged to be an engagement with the
Merrimac, twenty miles away.
He at once ordered the vessel stripped of her sea-rig, the turret keyed up, and every preparation made for battle.
As we approached
Hampton Roads we could see the fine old
Congress burning brightly, and soon a pilot came on board and told of the arrival of the
Merrimac, the disaster to the
Cumberland and the
Congress, and the dismay of the
Union forces.
The
Monitor was pushed with all haste, and reached the
Roanoke (
Captain Marston), anchored in the
Roads, at 9 P. M.
Worden immediately reported his arrival to
Captain Marston, who suggested that he should go to the assistance of the
Minnesota, then aground off Newport News.
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Captain Worden accepted the
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volunteer services of
Acting Master Samuel Howard, who earnestly sought the duty.
An atmosphere of gloom pervaded the fleet, and the pygmy aspect of the new-comer did not inspire confidence among those who had witnessed the destruction of the day before.
Skillfully piloted by
Howard, we proceeded on our way, our path illumined by the blaze of the
Congress.
Reaching the
Minnesota, hard and fast aground, near midnight, we anchored, and
Worden reported to
Captain Van Brunt.
Between 1 and 2 A. M. the
Congress blew up,not instantaneously, but successively.
Her powder-tanks seemed to explode, each shower of sparks rivaling the other in its height, until they appeared to reach the zenith,--a grand but mournful sight.
Near us, too, at the bottom of the river, lay the
Cumberland, with her silent crew of brave men, who died while fighting their guns to the water's edge, and whose colors were still flying at the peak.
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The dreary night dragged slowly on; the officers and crew were up and alert, to be ready for any emergency.
At daylight on Sunday the
Merrimac and her consorts were discovered at anchor near
Sewell's Point.
At about half-past 7 o'clock the enemy's vessels got under way and steered in the direction of the
Minnesota.
At the same time the
Monitor got under way, and her officers and crew took their stations for battle.
Captain Van Brunt, of the
Minnesota, officially reports, “I made signal to the
Monitor to attack the enemy,” but the signal was not seen by
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Side elevation and deck-plan of the “monitor.”
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us; other work was in hand, and
Commander Worden required no signal.
The pilot-house of the
Monitor was situated well forward, near the bow; it was a wrought-iron structure, built of logs of iron nine inches thick, bolted through the corners, and covered with an iron plate two inches thick, which was not fastened down, but was kept in place merely by its weight.
The sight-holes or slits were made by inserting quarter-inch plates at the corners between the upper set of logs and the next below.
The structure projected four feet above the deck, and was barely large enough inside to hold three men standing.
It presented a flat surface on all sides and on top. The steering wheel was secured to one of the logs on the front side.
The position and shape of this structure should be carefully borne in mind.
Worden took his station in the pilot-house, and by his side were
Howard, the pilot, and
Peter Williams, quartermaster, who steered the vessel
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throughout the engagement.
My place was in the turret, to work and fight the guns; with me were
Stodder and
Stimers and sixteen brawny men, eight to each gun. John Stocking, boatswain's mate, and
Thomas Lochrane, seaman, were gun-captains.
Newton and his assistants were in the engine and fire rooms, to manipulate the boilers and engines, and most admirably did they perform this important service from the beginning to the close of the action.
Webber had charge of the powder division on the berth-deck, and Joseph Crown, gunner's-mate, rendered valuable service in connection with this duty.
The physical condition of the officers and men of the two ships at this time was in striking contrast.
The
Merrimac had passed the night quietly near
Sewell's Point, her people enjoying rest and sleep, elated by thoughts of the victory they had achieved that day, and cheered by the prospects of another easy victory on the morrow.
The
Monitor had barely escaped shipwreck twice within the last thirty-six hours, and since Friday morning, forty-eight hours before, few if any of those on board had closed their eyes in sleep or had anything to eat but hard bread, as cooking was impossible.
She was surrounded by wrecks and disaster, and her efficiency in action had yet to be proved.
Worden lost no time in bringing it to test.
Getting his ship under way, he steered direct for the enemy's vessels, in order to meet and engage them as far as possible from the
Minnesota.
As he approached, the wooden vessels quickly turned and left.
Our captain, to the “astonishment” of
Captain Van Brunt (as he states in his official report), made straight for the
Merrimac, which had already commenced firing; and — when he came within short range, he changed his course so as to come alongside of her, stopped the engine, and gave the order, “Commence firing!”
I triced up the port, ran out the gun, and, taking deliberate aim, pulled the lockstring.
The
Merrimac was quick to reply, returning a rattling broadside (for she had ten guns to our two), and the battle fairly began.
The turrets and other parts of the ship were heavily struck, but the shots did not penetrate; the tower was intact, and it continued to revolve.
A look of confidence passed over the men's faces, and we believed the
Merrimac would not repeat the work she had accomplished the day before.
The fight continued with the exchange of broadsides as fast as the guns could be served and at very short range, the distance between the vessels frequently being not more than a few yards.
Worden skillfully maneuvered his quick-turning vessel, trying to find some vulnerable point in his adversary.
Once he made a dash at her stern, hoping to disable her screw, which he thinks he missed by not more than two feet. Our shots ripped the iron of the
Merrimac, while the reverberation of her shots against the tower caused anything but a pleasant sensation.
While
Stodder, who was stationed at the machine which controlled the revolving motion of the turret, was incautiously leaning against the side of the tower, a large shot struck in the vicinity and disabled him. He left the turret and went below, and
Stimers, who had assisted him, continued to do the work.
The drawbacks to the position of the pilot-house were soon realized.
We could not fire ahead nor within several points of the bow, since the blast from our own guns would have injured the people in the pilot-house, only
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a few yards off.
Keeler and
Toffey passed the captain's orders and messages to me, and my inquiries and answers to him, the speaking-tube from the pilot-house to the turret having been broken early in the action.
They performed their work with zeal and alacrity, but, both being landsmen, our technical communications sometimes miscarried.
The situation was novel: a vessel of war was engaged in desperate combat with a powerful foe; the captain, commanding and guiding, was inclosed in one place, and the executive officer, working and fighting the guns, was shut up in another, and communication between them was difficult and uncertain.
It was this experience which caused
Isaac Newton, immediately after the engagement, to suggest the clever plan of putting the pilot-house on top of the turret, and making it cylindrical instead of square; and his suggestions were subsequently adopted in this type of vessel.
[But see p. 736.-editors.] As the engagement continued, the working of the turret was not altogether satisfactory.
It was difficult to start it revolving, or, when once started, to stop it, on account of the imperfections of the novel machinery, which was now undergoing its first trial.
Stimers was an active, muscular man, and did his utmost to control the motion of the turret; but, in spite of his efforts, it was difficult, if not impossible, to secure accurate firing.
The conditions were very different from those of an ordinary broadside gun, under which we had been trained on wooden ships.
My only view of the world outside of the tower was over the muzzles of the guns, which cleared the ports by only a few inches.
When the guns were run in, the portholes were covered by heavy iron pendulums, pierced with small holes to allow the iron rammer and sponge handles to protrude while they were in use. To hoist these pendulums required the entire gun's crew and vastly increased the work inside the turret.
The effect upon one shut up in a revolving drum is perplexing, and it is not a simple matter
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to keep the bearings.
White marks had been placed upon the stationary deck immediately below the turret to indicate the direction of the starboard and port sides, and the bow and stern; but these marks were obliterated early in the action.
I would continually ask the captain, “How does the
Merrimac bear?”
He replied, “On the starboard-beam,” or “On the port-quarter,” as the case might be. Then the difficulty was to determine the direction of the starboard-beam, or port-quarter, or any other bearing.
It finally resulted, that when a gun was ready for firing, the turret would be started on its revolving journey in search of the target, and when found it was taken “on the fly,” because the turret could not be accurately controlled.
Once the
Merrimac tried to ram us; but
Worden avoided the direct impact by the skillful use of the helm, and she struck a glancing blow, which did no damage.
At the instant of collision I planted a solid 180-pound shot fair and square upon the forward part of her casemate.
Had the gun been loaded with thirty pounds of powder, which was the charge subsequently used with similar guns, it is probable that this shot would have penetrated her armor; but the charge being limited to fifteen pounds, in accordance with peremptory orders to that effect from the Navy Department, the shot rebounded without doing any more damage than possibly to start some of the beams of her armor-backing.
It is stated by
Colonel Wood, of the
Merrimac, that when that vessel rammed the
Cumberland her ram, or beak, was broken off and left in that vessel.
In a letter to me, about two years since, he described this ram as “of cast-iron, wedge-shaped, about 1,500 pounds in weight, 2 feet under water, and projecting 2 1/2 feet from the stem.”
A ram of this description, had it been intact, would have struck the
Monitor at that part of the upper hull where the armor and backing were thickest.
It is very doubtful if, under any headway that the
Merrimac could have acquired at such short range, this ram could have done any injury to this part of the vessel.
That it could by no possibility have reached the thin lower hull is evident from a glance at the drawing of the
Monitor, the overhang or upper hull being constructed for the express purpose of protecting the vital part of the vessel.
The battle continued at close quarters without apparent damage to either side.
After a time, the supply of shot in the turret being exhausted,
Worden hauled off for about fifteen minutes to replenish.
The serving of the cartridges, weighing but fifteen pounds, was a matter of no difficulty; but the hoisting of the heavy shot was a slow and tedious operation, it being necessary that the turret should remain stationary, in order that the two scuttles, one in the deck and the other in the floor of the turret, should be in line.
Worden took advantage of the lull, and passed through the port-hole upon the deck outside to get a better view of the situation.
He soon renewed the attack, and the contest continued as before.
Two important points were constantly kept in mind: first, to prevent the enemy's projectiles from entering the turret through the port-holes,--for the explosion of a shell inside, by disabling the men at the guns, would have ended the fight, as there was no relief gun's crew on board; second, not to
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Part of the crew of the “monitor.”
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fire into our own pilot-house.
A careless or impatient hand, during the confusion arising from the whirligig motion of the tower, might let slip one of our big shot against the pilot-house.
For this and other reasons I fired every gun while I remained in the turret.
Soon after noon a shell from the enemy's gun, the muzzle not ten yards distant, struck the forward side of the pilot-house directly in the sight-hole, or slit, and exploded, cracking the second iron log and partly lifting the top, leaving an opening.
Worden was standing immediately behind this spot, and received in his face the force of the blow, which partly stunned him, and, filling his eyes with powder, utterly blinded him. The injury was known only
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to those in the pilot-house and its immediate vicinity.
The flood of light rushing through the top of the pilot-house, now partly open, caused
Worden, blind as he was, to believe that the pilot-house was seriously injured, if not destroyed; he therefore gave orders to put the helm to starboard and “sheer off.”
Thus the
Monitor retired temporarily from the action, in order to ascertain the extent of the injuries she had received.
At the same time
Worden sent for me, and leaving
Stimers the only officer in the turret, I went forward at once, and found him standing at the foot of the ladder leading to the pilothouse.
He was a ghastly sight, with his eyes closed and the blood apparently rushing from every pore in the upper part of his face.
He told me that he was seriously wounded, and directed me to take command.
I assisted in leading him to a sofa in his cabin, where he was tenderly cared for by
Doctor Logue, and then I assumed command.
Blind'and suffering as he was,
Worden's fortitude never forsook him; he frequently asked from his bed of pain of the progress of affairs, and when told that the
Minnesota was saved, he said, “Then I can die happy.”
When I reached my station in the pilot-house, I found that the iron log was fractured and the top partly open; but the steering gear was still intact, and the pilot-house was not totally destroyed, as had been feared.
In the confusion of the moment resulting from so serious an injury to the
commanding officer, the
Monitor had been moving without direction.
Exactly how much time elapsed from the moment that
Worden was wounded until I had reached the pilot-house and completed the examination of the injury at that point, and determined what course to pursue in the damaged condition of the vessel, it is impossible to state; but it could hardly have exceeded twenty minutes at the utmost.
During this time the
Merrimac, which was leaking badly, had started in the direction of the
Elizabeth River; and; on taking my station in the pilot-house and turning the vessel's head in the direction of the
Merrimac, I saw that she was already in retreat.
A few shots were fired at the retiring vessel, and she continued on to
Norfolk.
I returned with the
Monitor to the side of the
Minnesota, where preparations were being made to abandon the ship, which was still aground.
Shortly afterward
Worden was transferred to a tug, and that night he was carried to
Washington.
The fight was over.
We of the
Monitor thought, and still think, that we had gained a great victory.
This the
Confederates have denied.
But it has never been denied that the object of the
Merrimac on the 9th of March was to complete the destruction of the Union fleet in
Hampton Roads, and that she was completely foiled and driven off by the
Monitor; nor has it been denied that at the close of the engagement the
Merrimac retreated to
Norfolk, leaving the
Monitor in possession of the field., ; “My men and myself were perfectly black with smoke and powder.
All my underclothes were perfectly black, and my person was in the same condition .... I had been up so long, and been under such a state of excitement, that my nervous system was completely run down. . . . My nerves and muscles twitched as though electric shocks were continually passing through them. . . . I lay down and tried to sleep---I might as well have tried to fly.”
From a private letter of
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In this engagement
Captain Worden displayed the highest qualities as an officer and man. He was in his prime (forty-four years old), and carried with him the ripe experience of twenty-eight years in the naval service.
He joined the ship a sick man, having but recently left a prison in the
South.
He was nominated for the command by the late
Admiral Joseph Smith, and the result proved the wisdom of the choice.
Having accepted his orders against the protests of his physicians and the entreaties of his family, nothing would deter him from the enterprise.
He arrived on the battle-ground amidst the disaster and gloom, almost despair, of the
Union people, who had little faith that he could beat back the powerful
Merrimac, after her experience with the
Cumberland and
Congress.
Without encouragement, single-handed, and without specific orders from any source, he rose above the atmosphere of doubt and depression which surrounded him, and with unflinching nerve and undaunted courage he hurled his little untried vessel against his huge, well-proved antagonist, and won the battle.
He was victor in the first ironclad battle of the world's history.
The subsequent career of the
Monitor needs but a few words.
On the day after the fight I received the following letter from
Mr. Fox,
Assistant Secretary of the Navy:
U. S. Steamer
Roanoke,
Old Point, March 10th, 1862.
my Dear
Mr. Greene: Under the extraordinary circumstances of the contest of yesterday, and the responsibilities devolving upon me, and your extreme youth,
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Captain Marston to send on board the
Monitor, as temporary commanding,
Lieutenant Selfridge, until the arrival of
Commodore Goldsborough, which will be in a few days.
I appreciate your position, and you must appreciate mine, and serve with the same zeal and fidelity.
With the kindest wishes for you all, most truly,
For the next two months we lay at
Hampton Roads.
Twice the
Merrimac came out of the
Elizabeth River, but did not attack.
We, on our side, had received positive orders not to attack in the comparatively shoal waters above
Hampton Roads, where the Union fleet could not maneuver.
The
Merrimac protected the
James River, and the
Monitor protected the
Chesapeake.
Neither side had an iron-clad in reserve, and neither wished to bring on an engagement which might disable its only armored vessel in those waters.
With the evacuation of
Norfolk and the destruction of the
Merrimac, the
Monitor moved up the
James River with the squadron under the command
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of
Commander John Rodgers, in connection with
McClellan's advance upon
Richmond by the
Peninsula.
We were engaged for four hours at
Fort Darling, but were unable to silence the guns or destroy the earth-works.
Probably no ship was ever devised which was so uncomfortable for her crew, and certainly no sailor ever led a more disagreeable life than we did on the
James River, suffocated with heat and bad air if we remained below, and a target for sharp-shooters if we came on deck.
With the withdrawal of
McClellan's army, we returned to
Hampton Roads, and in the autumn were ordered to
Washington, where the vessel was repaired.
We returned to
Hampton Roads in November, and sailed thence (December 29th) in tow of the steamer
Rhode Island, bound for
Beaufort, N. C. Between 11 P. M. and midnight on the following night the
Monitor went down in a gale, a few miles south of
Cape Hatteras. Four officers and twelve men were drowned, forty-nine people being saved by the boats of the steamer.
It was impossible to keep the vessel free of water, and we presumed that the upper and lower hulls thumped themselves apart.
No ship in the world's history has a more imperishable place in naval annals than the
Monitor.
Not only by her providential arrival at the right moment did she secure the safety of
Hampton Roads and all that depended on it, but the idea which she embodied revolutionized the system of naval warfare which had existed from the earliest recorded history.
The name of the
Monitor became generic, representing a new type; and, crude and defective as was her construction in some of its details, she yet contained the idea of the turret, which is to-day the central idea of the most powerful armored vessels.
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