Here Sergeant Rivers again planted his standard, and the men toiled eagerly, for several hours, in loading our boat to the utmost with the bricks.

Meanwhile we questioned black and white witnesses, and learned for the first tune that the Rebels admitted a repulse at Township Landing, and that Lieutenant Jones and ten of their number were killed,--though this I fancy to have been an exaggeration.

They also declared that the mysterious steamer Berosa was lying at the head of the river, but was a broken-down and worthless affair, and would never get to sea.

The result has since proved this; for the vessel subsequently ran the blockade and foundered near shore, the crew barely escaping with their lives.

I had the pleasure, as it happened, of being the first person to forward this information to Admiral Dupont, when it came through the pickets, many months after,--thus concluding my report on the Berosa.
Before the work at the yard was over the pickets reported mounted men in the woods near by, as had previously been the report at Woodstock.
This admonished us to lose no time; and as we left the wharf, immediate arrangements were made to have the gun crews all in readiness, and to keep the rest of the men below, since their musketry would be of little use now, and I did not propose to risk a life unnecessarily.