. Brave old salt : or, Life on the quarter deck ; a story of the Great Rebellion . monitors were depended upon to u neutralizeor destroy her, they moved so slowly and steered so badly,that the brunt of the battle was borne by the woodenships. Run her down, was the order from the admiral,which the signal officer interpreted on the quarter deckof the Chatauqua. Captain Cascabel instantly ordered foil head of steamto be put on, and the ship, gathering headway, dasheddown upon the Tennessee, striking her at right angles,near the after part of the casemate. The shock of theconcussion was terrible.
. Brave old salt : or, Life on the quarter deck ; a story of the Great Rebellion . monitors were depended upon to u neutralizeor destroy her, they moved so slowly and steered so badly,that the brunt of the battle was borne by the woodenships. Run her down, was the order from the admiral,which the signal officer interpreted on the quarter deckof the Chatauqua. Captain Cascabel instantly ordered foil head of steamto be put on, and the ship, gathering headway, dasheddown upon the Tennessee, striking her at right angles,near the after part of the casemate. The shock of theconcussion was terrible. The men were thrown fromtheir feet, and the ship groaned in bitterness of spirit atthe hard usage to which she was subjected. Her stemwas crushed in to the plank ends, and the water began topour into the forward store-rooms. Expecting such anevent, the carpenter and his gang were at the threatenedpoint, and prevented any disaster from the collision. The effect upon the iron-clad was hardly perceptible^giving her a heavy list, but apparently inflicting no clam- illlliliilf ^tat. LIFE ON THE QUARTER DECK. 269 age upon her. The Chatauqua swung round as shestruck. Captain Cascabel, who had leaped into themizzen rigging, gave his orders, which were promptlyexecuted by Mr. Hackleford. Solid shot and shell werepoured into the ram with a fury which would have beenfatal to a less strongly built craft. As it was, one of herport shutters was struck and shattered, the rest of theshot bounding off like peas from an oak floor. Hah, you bloody villains of Yankees ! shouted therebels, at their ports. How are you, Johnny Reb? replied a fore-top man,as he hurled a spittoon in at the port. Another old salt dashed in a holy-stone, and then themarines opened fire upon them with their muskets. Ham her ao;ain ! shouted the admiral from the mainrigging of the Hartford, as the flag-ship dashed at thegame. The Chatauqua swept round, and succeeded in strikingthe Tennessee again, but with no better result
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