. Andersonville : a story of Rebel military prisons, fifteen months a guest of the so-called southern confederacy : a private soldier's experience in Richmond, Andersonville, Savannah, Millen, Blackshear, and Florence . Kebels. We passed groups of hundreds of sailors fishing for torpedos,and saw many of these dangerous monsters, which they hadhauled up out of the water. We caught up with the Thorn,when about half way to the sea, passed her, to our great delight,and soon left a gap between us of nearly half-a-mile. We ranthrough an opening in the piling, holding up close to the leftside, and sh
. Andersonville : a story of Rebel military prisons, fifteen months a guest of the so-called southern confederacy : a private soldier's experience in Richmond, Andersonville, Savannah, Millen, Blackshear, and Florence . Kebels. We passed groups of hundreds of sailors fishing for torpedos,and saw many of these dangerous monsters, which they hadhauled up out of the water. We caught up with the Thorn,when about half way to the sea, passed her, to our great delight,and soon left a gap between us of nearly half-a-mile. We ranthrough an opening in the piling, holding up close to the leftside, and she apparently followed our course exactly. Suddenlythere was a dull roar; a column of water, bearing with it frag-ments of timbers, planking and human bodies, rose up throughone side of the vessel, and, as it fell, she lurched forward andsank. She had struck a torpedo. I never learned the numberlost, but it must have been very great. Some little time after this happened we approached FortAnderson, the most powerful of the works between Wilming-ton and the forts at the mouth of the sea. It was built on theruins of the httle Town of Brunswick, destroyed by Corn-wallis during the Revolutionary. War. We saw a monitor. 612 ANDEESONVILLE. lying near it, and sought good positions to view this specimenof the redoubtable ironclads of which we had heard and readso much. It looked precisely as it did in pictures, as black, asgrim, and as uncompromising as the impregnable floatingfortress which had brought the Merrimac to terms. But as we approached closely we noticed a limpness aboutthe smoke stack that seemed very inconsistent with the cus-tomary rigidity of cylindrical iron. Then the escape pipe^ __, _ _ seemed scarcely able to maintain itself upright. Afew minutes later we dis-covered that our terrible- Cyclops of the sea was aflimsy humbug, a theatricalimitation, made by stretch-ing blackened canvas overTHE HOCK MONiTOB. ^ woodcu f ramc. One of the officers on board told us its story.
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