The Milton was within two hundred and fifty yards.

The Connecticut men fought then: guns well, aided by the blacks, and it was exasperating for us to hear the shots, while we could see nothing and do nothing.

The scanty ammunition of our bow gun was exhausted, and the gun in the stern was useless, from the position in which we lay.

In vain we moved the men from side to side, rocking the vessel, to dislodge it.

The heat was terrific that August afternoon; I remember I found myself constantly changing places, on the scorched deck, to keep my feet from being blistered.