The missiles with which the thirty-pounder was loaded cut down the advancing column, rushing to obey their commander's order, and then carried death and destruction into the crowd of seamen in their rear.
"Good Heavens, Mr.Passford!" exclaimed the Confederate commander, rising with difficulty from his seat.

"You are badly wounded!" "Not badly, Captain Rombold," replied the young officer, gathering up his remaining strength, and resting his right arm upon the planks.
"But my dear fellow, you are bleeding to death, and the blood is running in a stream from the ends of the fingers on your left hand!" continued the Confederate commander, apparently as full of sympathy and kindness as though the sufferer had been one of his own officers.

"Gill!" he called to his steward, who was assisting in the removal of the injured seamen.

"My compliments to Dr.Davidson, and ask him to come on deck instantly." Christy had hardly noticed the ball which passed through the fleshy part of his arm above the elbow at the time it struck him.

While he kept the wounded member raised the blood was absorbed by his clothing.