Identifier: andersonvilles00mcel (find matches)
Title: 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
Year: 1879 (1870s)
Authors: McElroy, John, 1846-1929
Subjects: Andersonville Prison United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865
Publisher: Toledo : D. R. Locke
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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s our vessels changed theirpositions, so as to rake this line also, and so the flght w^ent onuntil twelve trav^erses had been carried, one after the other,when the Rebels surrendered. The next day the Rebels abandoned Fort Caswell and otherfortifications in the immediate neighborhood, surrendered twogunboats, and fell back to the lines at Fort Anderson. AfterFort Fisher fell, several blockade-runners were lured inside andcaptured. Never before had there been such a demonstration of thepower of heavy artillery. Huge cannon were pounded into frag-ments, hills of sand ripped open, deep crevasses blown in theground by exploding shells, wooden buildings reduced to kind- A STOKY OF flP:BEL MILITARY PRISONS. 617 ling-wood, etc. The ground was literally paved with fragmentsof shot and shell, which, now red with rust from the corrodingsalt air, made the interior of the fort resemble what one of ourparty likened it to — an old brickyard.Whichever way we looked along the shores we saw abundant
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THE INFANTRY ASSAULT ON FORT FISHER. evidence of the greatness of the business which gave the placeits importance. In all directions, as far as the eye could reach,the beach was dotted with the bleaching skeletons of blockade-runners— some run ashore by their mistaking the channel,more beached to escape the hot pursuit of our blockaders. Directly in front of the sea face of the fort, and not fourhundred yards from the savage mouths of the huge guns, theblackened timbers of a burned blockade-runner showed abovethe water at low tide. Coming in from Nassau with a cargoof priceless value to the gasping Confederacy, she was observedand chased by one of our vessels, a swifter sailer, even, thanherself. The war ship closed rapidly upon her. She soughtthe protection of the guns of Fort Fisher, which opened venom-ously on the chaser. They did not stop her, though they wereless than half a mile away. In another minute she would havesent the Eebel vessel to the bottom of the sea, by a broadsid

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