The battle at Fort Donelson.
We make some further extracts from the Yankee newspapers in our possession, which it will be seen, readily admit the desperate fighting on the part of the Confederate troops, at Fort Donelson. The following is an extract from a letter dated Feb. 14, written by a person who witnessed the naval engagement: The flagship St. Louis took the advance, and was hugging the western shore; then came our own (the Louisville,) then the Pittsburgh and Carbondale, in order, as near side by side as was possible, in a river scarcely wide enough for two boats to pass each other. In this order we formed a straight battery of twelve guns in front, while the two gunboats, Conestoga and Lexington, followed in our wake, pouring in their quota of missiles from their bow columbiads at a safe distance. We could see nearly every one of our shots take effect within or near the rebel batteries, the more deadly and certain as we slowly steamed up toward them. Thus we proceeded side by side, our fire never slackening or our determination faltering, until we arrived within three hundred yards of the lower battery. At this time the firing on both sides was truly terrific. The enemy's shot and shells were screaming through the air or ravaging our sides and decks without cessation, while ours were divesting them of their more exposed batteries, ploughing up their hill sides and decimating their camps in terrible haste. I saw one large shell from the Louisville fall and explode directly under one of their guns, sending a score of rebel soldiers to their long homes, demolishing the battery and scattering those not killed or wounded in indecent haste to the nearest covers. When we had attained the last named position, viz: within three hundred yards of their works, we stopped our headway, and when the boats were motionless we poured in our last and most destructive fire. It really seemed at this time that the quintessence of destruction was contained in those twelve great iron thunderers. With each discharge a rebel gun was silenced, at each broadside a host of frightened rebels would scud up the hill to a place of safety behind the upper earthworks, and all but two of the lower guns had ceased to deal us their destruction. Now a new battery of one hundred and twenty pound guns opened upon us from the left and rear of the first works. We were within point blank range, and the destruction to our fleet was really terrible. One huge solid shot struck our boat just at the angle of the upper deck and pilot house, perforated the iron plating, passed through the heavy timbers and buried itself in a pile of hammocks just in front and in a direct line with the boilers. Another (a shell) raked us from bow to stern, passed through the wheel-house, emerged, dropped, and exploded in the river just at our stern. Then a 10 inch solid shot entered our starboard how port, demolished a gun carriage, killed three men, and wounded four others, traversed the entire length of the boat, and sunk into the river in our wake. Then a shell came shrieking through the air, striking fair into our forward starboard port, killing another man and wounding two more, past aft, sundering our rudder chains, and rendering the boat unmanageable. Now we were compelled to drop astern, and leave the scene of action; but our gunners sent their respects to the rebels as long as their fire could be the least effective; and, so far as we were concerned, the battle was over. This last battery was the one that put the finishing stroke to the fleet. One of the one my's shells entered and exploded directly in the pilot-house of the St. Louis, killing the pilot and wounding Flag Officer Foote severely in the leg. Two of the shots entered the Pittsburg below the guards, causing her to leak badly, and it is probable that she will sink before morning. Another entered the Carondelet, killing four men and injuring eight others. By this time three of the boats were disabled, and then the signal was given to back out and return to our anchored. The enemy's lower battery was silenced, however, and only the two one hundred and twenty-pounders on the hill were playing upon us, and it is universally conceded that if we had ten minutes more time Fort Donelson would have fared the fate of Fort Henry, and the Cumberland river been opened and divested of its rebel embargo. Commodore Foote tells me that he has commanded at the taking of six forts, and has been in several naval engagements; but he never was under so severe a fire before. Fifty seven shots struck his vessel, his upper works were riddled, and his lower decks strewn with the dead and wounded.--We count no less than thirty-seven shots which struck our own vessel, the Louisville, while, in all, over one hundred shot and shell took effect upon the fleet. My curiosity is satiated. I have no particular desire to be on board a man-of-war when another battery is to be attacked, but, on the contrary, think I should prefer a land view. The fact is, our boats are proof against ordinary shot, even as large as a sixty-four; but this trial has demonstrated the fact that rifled thirty-two pounders, even, will penetrate our iron sides, while one hundred and twenty-pounders merely laugh at the obstruction. Another writer thus alludes to the fight of Friday: The battle lasted one hour and seventeen minutes. The last shot was fired by the St. Louis. It fell within a few-feet of the river battery, causing earth and water to fly into the fort. At this, about a hundred of the rebels started as if to run up the hill; they soon found, however, that we had withdrawn, and returned to open an ineffectual fire upon our disabled fleet. It took about half an hour for our fleet to retire beyond the range of the guns. The withdrawal was managed with great skill. We permitted our boats to float gently down the stream in the exact line of battle, and although the steaming apparatus of the St. Louis and the Louisville was powerless, no collision or accident of any kind happened, we dropped anchor in good order. It was found that the Pittsburg was leaking very rapidly, and she was ordered to tie up on the left bank of the river. The St. Louis was struck sixty one times in the engagement; the Pittsburg forty-seven; the Carondelet fifty-four, and the Louisville about forty. The enemy fired about five hundred shots. Our fleet fired a little more than three hundred, about seventy-five of which were eight-inch shells.
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