R. E. Colston, Brigadier-General, C. S. A.
In March, 1862, I was in command of a Confederate brigade and of a district on the south side of the James River
, embracing all the river forts and batteries down to the mouth of Nansemond River
My pickets were posted all along the shore opposite Newport News.
From my headquarters at Smithfield
I was in constant and rapid communication through relays of couriers and signal stations with my department commander, Major-General Huger
1 stationed at Norfolk
About 1 P. M. on the 8th of March, a courier dashed up to my headquarters with this brief dispatch: “The Virginia
is coming up the river.”
Mounting at once, it took me but a very short time to gallop twelve miles down to Ragged Island
I had hardly dismounted at the water's edge when I descried the Merrimac
was moored about a hundred yards below the land batteries, and the Cumberland
a little above them.
As soon as the Merrimac
came within range, the batteries and war-vessels opened fire.
She passed on up, exchanging broadsides with the Congress
, and making straight for the Cumberland
, at which she made a dash, firing her bow-guns as she struck the doomed vessel with her prow.
I could hardly believe my senses when I saw the masts of the Cumberland
begin to sway wildly.
After one or two lurches, her hull disappeared beneath the water, guns firing to the last moment.
Most of her brave crew went down with their ship, but not with their colors, for the Union flag still floated defiantly from the masts, which projected obliquely for about half their length above the water after the vessel had settled unevenly upon the river-bottom.
This first act of the drama was over in about thirty minutes, but it seemed to me only a moment.
The commander of the Congress
recognized at once the impossibility of resisting the assault of the ram which had just sunk the Cumberland
With commendable promptness and presence of mind, he slipped his cables, and ran her aground upon
the shallows, where the Merrimac
, at that time drawing twenty-three feet of water, was unable to approach her, and could attack her with artillery alone.
But, although the Congress
had more guns than the Merrimac
, and was also supported by the land batteries, it was an unequal conflict, for the projectiles hurled at the Merrimac
glanced harmlessly from her iron-covered roof, while, her rifled guns raked the Congress
from end to end.
A curious incident must be noted here.
Great numbers of people from the neighborhood of Ragged Island
, as well as soldiers from the nearest posts, had rushed to the shore to behold the spectacle.
The cannonade was visibly raging with redoubled intensity; but, to our amazement, not a sound was heard by us from the commencement of the battle.
A strong March wind was blowing direct from us toward Newport News.
We could see every flash of the guns and the clouds of white smoke, but not a single report was audible.
, taking no notice of the land batteries, concentrated her fire upon the ill-fated Congress
The latter replied gallantly until her commander, Joseph B. Smith
, was killed and her decks were reeking with slaughter.
Then her colors were hauled down and white flags appeared at the gaff and mainmast.
Meanwhile, the James River
gun-boat flotilla had joined the Merrimac
Through my field-glass I could see the crew of the Congress
making their escape to the shore over the bow. Unable to secure her prize, the Merrimac
set her on fire with hot shot, and turned to face new adversaries just appearing upon the scene of conflict.
As soon as it was known at Fort Monroe
that the Merrimac
had come out, the frigates Minnesota
, and St. Lawrence
were ordered to the assistance of the blockading squadron.
, assisted by two tugs, was the first to reach the scene, but the Cumberland
and the Congress
were already past help.
As soon as she came within range, a rapid cannonade commenced between her and the Merrimac
, aided by the Patrick Henry
and the Jamestown
, side-wheel river steamers transformed into gun-boats.
, drawing nearly as much water as the Merrimac
, grounded upon a shoal in the North Channel
This at once put an end to any further attacks by ramming; but the lofty frigate, towering above the water, now offered an easy target to the rifled guns of the Merrimac
and the lighter artillery of the gunboats.
A shot from her exploded the Patrick Henry's
boiler, causing much loss of life and disabling that vessel for a considerable time.
In the meantime the Roanoke
and St. Lawrence
were approaching, aided by steam-tugs.
As they passed Sewell's Point
, its batteries opened fire upon them, and they replied with broadsides.
Just at that moment the scene was one of unsurpassed magnificence.
The bright afternoon sun shone upon the glancing waters.
The fortifications of Newport News were seen swarming with soldiers, now idle spectators of a conflict far beyond the range of their batteries, and the flames were just bursting from the abandoned Congress
The stranded Minnesota
seemed a huge monster at bay, surrounded by the Merrimac
and the gun-boats.
The entire horizon was lighted up by the continual flashes of the artillery of these combatants, the broadsides of the Roanoke
and St. Lawrence
and the Sewell
's Point batteries; clouds of white smoke rose in spiral columns to the skies, illumined by the evening sunlight, while land and water seemed to tremble under the thunders of the cannonade.
was now in a desperate situation.
It is true that, being aground, she could not sink, but, looking through the glass, I could see a hole in her side, made by the Merrimac's
She had lost a number of men, and had once been set on fire.
Her destruction or surrender seemed inevitable, since all efforts to get her afloat had failed.
But just then the Merrimac
turned away from her toward the Roanoke
and the St. Lawrence
These vessels had suffered but little from the distant fire of the Sewell
's Point batteries, but both had run aground, and had not been floated off again
without great difficulty, for it was very hazardous for vessels of deep draught to manoeuvre over these comparatively shallow waters.
When the Merrimac
approached, they delivered broadsides and were then towed back with promptness.
pursued them but a short distance (for by this time darkness was falling upon the scene of action, the tide was ebbing, and there was great risk of running aground), and then steamed toward Norfolk
with the Beaufort
, leaving her wounded at the Marine Hospital
And now followed one of the grandest episodes of this splendid yet somber drama.
The moon in her second quarter was just rising over the waters, but her silvery light was soon paled by the conflagration of the Congress
, whose glare was reflected in the river.
The burning frigate four miles away seemed much nearer.
As the flames crept up the rigging, every mast, spar, and rope glittered against the dark sky in dazzling lines of fire.
The hull, aground upon the shoal, was plainly visible, and upon its black surface each port-hole seemed the mouth of a fiery furnace.
For hours the flames raged, with hardly a perceptible change in the wondrous picture.
At irregular intervals, loaded guns and shells, exploding as the fire reached them, sent forth their deep reverberations.
The masts and rigging were still standing, apparently almost intact, when, about 2 o'clock in the morning, a monstrous sheaf of flame rose from the vessel to an immense height.
A deep report announced the explosion of the ship's powder-magazine.
Apparently all the force of the explosion had been upward.
The rigging had vanished entirely, but the hull seemed hardly shattered; the only apparent change in it was that in two places two or three of the port-holes had been blown into one great gap. It continued to burn until the brightness of its blaze was effaced by the morning sun.
During the night I had sent an order to bring down from Smithfield
to Ragged Island
the twelve-oared barge that I used when inspecting the river batteries, and at the first dawn of day I embarked with some of my staff, and rowed in the direction of the Minnesota
, confident of witnessing her destruction or surrender; and, in fact, nothing could have saved her but the timely arrival of the anxiously expected Monitor
The sun was just rising when the Merrimac
, having anchored for the night at Sewell's Point
, headed toward the Minnesota
But a most important incident had taken place during the night.
had reached Old Point
about 10 o'clock; her commander had been informed of the events of the day, and ordered to proceed at once to the relief of the Minnesota
As soon as the Merrimac
approached her old adversary, the Monitor
darted out from behind the Minnesota
, whose immense bulk had effectually concealed her from view.
No words can express the surprise with which we beheld this strange craft, whose appearance was tersely and graphically described by the exclamation of one of my oarsmen, “A tin can on a shingle!”
Yet this insignificant-looking object was at that moment the most powerful war-ship in the world.
The first shots of the Merrimac
were directed at the Minnesota
, which was again set on fire, while one of the tugs alongside of her was blown up, creating great havoc and consternation; but the Monitor
, having the advantage of light draught, placed herself between the Merrimac
and her intended victim, and from that moment the conflict became a heroic single combat between the two iron-clads.
For an instant they seemed to pause, as if to survey each other.
Then advancing cautiously, the two vessels opened fire as soon as they came within range, and a fierce artillery duel raged between them without perceptible effect, although the entire fight was within close range, from half a mile at the farthest down to a few yards.
For four hours, from 8 to 12 (which seemed three times as long), the cannonading continued with hardly a moment's intermission.
I was now within three-quarters of a mile of them, and more than once stray shots came near enough to dash the spray over my barge, but the grandeur of the spectacle was so fascinating that they passed by unheeded.
During the evolutions, in which the Monitor
had the advantage of light draught, the Merrimac ran
After much delay and difficulty she was floated off. Finding that her shot made no impression whatever upon the Monitor
, the Merrimac
, seizing a favorable chance, succeeded in striking her foe with her stem.
Soon afterward they ceased firing and separated as if by common consent.
steamed away toward Old Point
. Captain Van Brunt
, commander of the Minnesota
, states in his official report that when he saw the Monitor
disappear, he lost all hope of saving his ship.
But, fortunately for him, the Merrimac
steamed slowly toward Norfolk
, evidently disabled in her motive power.
, accompanied by several tugs, returned late in the afternoon, and they succeeded in floating off the Minnesota
and conveying her to Old Point