PART FOURTH ANECDOTES OF THE REBELLION-NAVAL AND COMMERCIAL: SQUADRON, FLEET, FLOTILLA, STEAMER, GUNBOAT, TRANSPORT, AND PRIVATEER,-THEIR CRUISES, OFFICERS, CREWS. PERFORMANCES, ETC. TERRIBLE ENGAGEMENTS; SUFFERING AND DEATH FOR THE FLAG; HORRORS AND HAVOC OF MODERN BOMBARDMENT; BLOCKADE EXPLOITS; DARING FEATS OF SEAMANSHIP; FURIOUS PERSONAL COMBATS; LONG AND EXCITING CHASES; ESCAPES, RESCUES, PRIZES ; THRILLING CATASTROPHES AND TRAGEDIES; CAPTURES, SINKINGS, AND SURRENDERS; AWKWARD LANDSMEN, RAW MARINES, JOLLY VETERANS, AND TREACHEROUS PILOTS; JACK AFLOAT AND ASHORE; FREAKS, DROLLERIES, HAPS AND MISHAPS, AMONG THE TARPAULINS AND BLUE JACKETS; &c., &c. "Shall we give her a broadside once more, my brave men? Ay! ay! ran the full, earnest cry; A broadside! a broadside! we'll give them again, Then for God and the Right nobly die!" Never, never will we surrender the ship!-LIEUT. MORRIS, of the "Cumberland." Before I will permit any other flag than the Stars and Stripes to fly at her peak, I will fire a pistol into her maga zine and blow her up.-CAPT. PORTER'S reply to the demand to surrender the U. S. ship "St. Mary." I hope we'll win it! I hope we'll win it!-Dying words of Coxswain JACKSON, of the "Wabash," at Port Royal. Tarpaulin Raking a Traitor Fore and Aft. secessionists, and nothing was more com the early days of the mon than to hear secession talk there. This was particularly the case after the news of the breaking out of hostilities. The story goes, that while several gen tlemen were sitting in the Marshal's office, San Francisco, sev-attending to business, a big strapping feleral models of ships low, all the way from South Carolina, which had been or- with a revolver peeping out from under namented with little his coat-tail, strode into the place, with the secession flags about air of a Tarquin, and exclaimed: half the size of one's these "Well, at last, thank God! we've got nutmeg-selling, mackerelcatching, cod-livered Yankee sons to come to it. That's just what I've been wanting this many a day!-the niggerthieving, psalm-singing abolitionists! We'll skin 'em out of their boots." hand. They were made of paper, and colored with red and blue ink. One, at the mast head of the largest ship, bore the name of Jeff. Davis, and the others were the ordinary three-striped rag, adopted as the Confederate ensign. On account of the display of these flags, the only public The braggart had scarcely finished his place in the city, the Marshal's office be- low-lived tirade, when one of the gentlecame a sort of privileged quarters for men, Captain of the ship who was observed to be getting nervous, sud- | any living man. No one but a traitor and denly jumped up, and taking his place in a coward can talk in that way. Retract front of the fellow, and shaking his fists, replied: it! retract it!"-and with this he commenced advancing upon the secessionist Hercules, who began weakening in the knees, and finally wilted, while tarpaulin "Now, sir, I don't know you, and don't want to know you; but I suppose you designate me as one of those nutmeg-sell- raked the traitor's fore and aft without mercy. Not a Star Obscured. There were many touching illustrations evoked during the rebellion, of the love cherished by some for the power under which they had been nurtured from their very cradle, notwithstanding the contrary pressure of circumstances and surroundings. One of these illustrations took the following form: When Captain Armstrong was about to surrender the navy yard at Pensacola, his daughter, after vain endeavors to persuade him not so to act, demanded of him a dozen men, and she would protect the place until aid came; but no-he was untrue and disloyal, and determined to act as he had decided; the old flag was hauled down from where it had so long waved, and the renegade ing, mackerel-catching, cod-livered Yan- Renshaw run his sword through it, ventI am captain of the ing his spleen upon the flag by which he ship and I want you to understand had so long lived in competence and luxthat I will not allow any man to use such ury. Human nature could not stand it, language respecting me and my people, in and the brave, glorious-hearted woman, my presence. And if you don't recant, seizing the flag, took her scissors and cut I'll whip you here and now. I see your from it theUnion,' telling them that the pistol, but I don't care for it. You have time was not far distant when she would insulted me, sir, and you shall answer replace it unsullied; but for the stripes, she left them as their legacy, being their just deserts. Not a star on that flag would she allow to be obscured or destroyed by the hand of treason. Brave-hearted, noble woman! kee for it." Raking a Traitor. Last Gun of the Cumberland. The boaster, seeing the Captain's determined bearing, and finding that he was in downright earnest, replied by saying that his remarks were general in their nature, and not by any means intended to apply to any particular person. Nothing was further from his purpose than to insult One of the greatest instances of patriany person present, and particularly a otic devotion ever recorded in our own or stranger. any other nation's naval history, is that To this the irate captain retorted: "The of the last-broadside of the Cumberland, language, sir, is an insult to the American in her struggle with the Merrimac. Amid name, and I for one will not stand it from the dying thunders of those memorable guns, the noble vessel sank with her devoted crew, with the Stars and Stripes still proudly waving above their heads. Neither the shots of the Congress, nor of the Cumberland, had any more effect upon the Merrimac than if they had been so many peas or peanuts. But if they could have kept the Merrimac off, she never could have sunk the Cumberland. Naval Peacemaker. They had then, nothing to do but stand and fight and die like men. Buchanan asked their commander, Lieutenant Morris, "Will you surrender the ship?" "Never," said Morris, "never will we surrender the ship." Buchanan backed his infernal machine off again, and the Cumberland fired as rapidly as she could, but the Merrimac once more ran her steel prow in ; and now it was that Buchanan asked Lieutenant Morris, calling him by name, "Mr. Morris, will you. surrender that ship?" "Never," said Morris; "sink her!" down with the flag flying defiantly at the gaff, and many a heroic patriot perished with her. Going to See the Rebel Ram. A captured Confederate vessel, iron clad, and of the style commonly denominated "a ram," lay for several weeks in the Delaware, off the Philadelphia navy yard. She was something of a curiosity, and was visited by many hundreds of citizens and strangers. Prompted by this feeling, the keeper of a restaurant proposed one day to follow the track of the multitude and treat his wife with a sight of the rebel "ram." She consented, and off they sailed. They duly reached the iron deck of the vessel, went into her iron hold, examined her armament, inspected the damages wrought upon her by the guns of Uncle Sam, gazed upon her iron nose, which was constructed to be thrust impertinently into the affairs of our aforesaid Uncle's webfooted property, and, in short, investigated her, inside and out. Having satisfied his curiosity, the husband proposed to return to shore, when the following conversation occurred: "Now, my dear, we have seen the vessel, let us go," said the husband. "Well, yes, but as we have taken the trouble to come so far, we might as well see what we came to look at," said the wife. "You have seen enough of it, I should think," said he. "Why, no! I have not seen it at all," she replied. "Seen what?" he at last inquired with surprise. "Why, the animal that we came to see -the sheep, or ram, or what you call it." Then there was an explosion. The story was too good to be kept. It The remaining act in this startling was told to a visitor who called in the drama is well known. The guns of the morning for one of the capital 'stews' got Cumberland were coolly manned, loaded up at the friendly establishment in quesand discharged, while the vessel was in a tion. The visitor enjoyed it very muchsinking condition, and the good ship went he did; and, after finishing his repast, |