. Reminiscences of the war of the rebellion, 1861-1865 . S OF THE WAR OF THE REBELLION Al)OiU 9 oclock in the evening of the 9th of Jnl\-. ourbrigade under General George C. Strong, moved out of camp with two» -y-%t:^;«w davs rations ofhard-tack a n dcolTee, marchedacross t o t h ewesterly side ofthe island, andquietly embark-ed in boats thatlay \vaiting forus in the and quiet-1\ we moved upthe stream withoars muffled, ande \ e r y \- o i c ehushed, that theenemys picketsshould not dis-co \er our ap-approach. Arriving a tthe mouth ofLight House in-let, a halt wasordered, and tin-d
. Reminiscences of the war of the rebellion, 1861-1865 . S OF THE WAR OF THE REBELLION Al)OiU 9 oclock in the evening of the 9th of Jnl\-. ourbrigade under General George C. Strong, moved out of camp with two» -y-%t:^;«w davs rations ofhard-tack a n dcolTee, marchedacross t o t h ewesterly side ofthe island, andquietly embark-ed in boats thatlay \vaiting forus in the and quiet-1\ we moved upthe stream withoars muffled, ande \ e r y \- o i c ehushed, that theenemys picketsshould not dis-co \er our ap-approach. Arriving a tthe mouth ofLight House in-let, a halt wasordered, and tin-der the cover ofthe tall marsh grasses along the shore, we waited thedawn of day. Scarcely had the first rays of daybreak be-gun to show itself in the east when we heard to our rightupon the extreme northerly end of Folly Island, in thedirection of our masked batteries, the sound of axes inthe chopping of trees to uncover our batteries. \\e wait with intense interest, for we know this to bethe prelude to the signal gun that will announce the open- 226. ADJT. ALVIN A. LIBBY, THE CAPTURE OF MORRIS ISLAND ing of our batteries. The iron-clad fleet has crossed thebar and is moving up into position. The enemy, all unconscious, are still sleeping in theircamps on Morris island, less than a half mile away. Theforest in front of our batteries falls as if by magic. The signal gun booms out over the water, echoingand re-echoing from the waters to the clouds fifty guns and mortars shake the islands and pour adeadly shower of missiles into the camps of the enemy. The guns of our ironclads in the harbor add to thedin. The huge 15-inch shells from our monitor guns gocrocheting over the water, striking the sand lands of thebatteries upon the island, throwing cart loads high intothe air, exploding with deadly effect and with the rumb-lings and vibrations of an earthquake. The enemv although taken by surprise soon mantheir guns and heroically serve them with unerring aim ;for two hou
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