Of course, we became considerably wrought up over the matter, as we fancied that, knowing we were in Savannah, our vessels were trying to pass up to the City and take it.

The thumping and shaking continued until late in the afternoon.
We subsequently learned that some of our blockaders, finding time banging heavy upon their hands, had essayed a little diversion by knocking Forts Jackson and Bledsoe--two small forts defending the passage of the Savannah--about their defenders' ears.

After capturing the forts our folks desisted and came no farther.
Quite a number of the old Raider crowd had come with us from Andersonville.

Among these was the shyster, Peter Bradley.

They kept up their old tactics of hanging around the gates, and currying favor with the Rebels in every possible way, in hopes to get paroles outside or other favors.