, 1883-07-14

tensity. 1t waved its arms on high,
the phOsphOrescent light gradually
assuming the cOlOrs and proportions
Of the old Continental naval uniform.
Then for a moment beheld the
1.-THE, slight form of John Paul Jones,
sword in hand at the head Of his
bOarders, his harsh cut features IL
lumined by the glare of the burning
Scraps. Again was beckoned to,
babe arise in a voice hollow and dis
tant as the breaking of the surf ON
some far off reef then all was dark
ness and l slept. Last night the
ships bell was striking midnight
when awOke. There at the foot Of
bed stood the phantom in full naval
rig as before, but with head inclined
forward and sword reversed, he gIid-
ed silently by, never so much as be-
slowing glance upon me. Things
that, viewed for the first time, daunt
us, witnessed for the second time
lose their terror. l leaped from my
berth and followed. Slow and SOL
emn the representation of the de.
parted hero preceded me to the
quarterback, when my eyes at once
encountered two long, dark forms
lying side by side, covered with the
stars and stripes. l drew aside the
bunting. Two coffins were there,
the lids thrown back, revealing the
pale features of you and me. The
moon was shining brightly at the
time. The lights of the city, the
spars, rigging and hulls of the feet,
were all before me with the distinct
ness of midday"
At that instant the bell of the Hdr-
Tiet Lane announced the hour of mid
night, and with it came the rumble
Of a train of cars as it crossed the
trestle work of the long bridge over
which runs the Galveston and Hous-
ton Railroad. The hardy veterans
and sentinels of the FOrty-secOnd
Strengthened up, grasping their RI
fes with a hrmer clutch ut the
strange, unwonted sound. A con-
fused hum rose above the croaking
of the bull-frogs and sharp chirpings
of the crickets. The report of a
musket, the hoarse cries of excited
men, mingled with the affrighted
yells Of the darkies, mingled in one
horrible uprOar, followed by cry of,
''TO arms! Alarm the gunbOats!
The rebels are upon US w 1t was a
fact that the indefatigable rebel
General had entered Galveston on
the train of cars, filed with his par
tisans and artillery. He had actual
reached point within two squares
of the camp of the Massachusetts,
soldiers and had planted his cannon
so as to haar upon tho inshnra- -Gun--
boats. At the same instant, so well
had the plan Of attack been projected,
the rebel steamers appeared in the
bay close by the Cti6On. There were
four of them, strongly defended and
fortified with cotton-bales, behind
which was artillery. The moon had
gone down and under cover Of dark
ness a storming party of 800 strong,
and battalion of sharpshOoters fell
with great fury on the handful Of
Massachusetts, troops, the cOnfeder-
ate artillery opening at the same
time upon the Federal fleet. Col
onel Burrill, thanks to the heed he
had given Bolivar Bills warning,
was found not wholly unprepared
for the savage onslaught. Their
yells and eXultant cries quickly died
away as they recoiled before the
well-directed volleys of the undis-
mayed veterans. A hasty breast
work, formed in part of the debris Of
the wharf, had been thrown up, be-
hind which they succeeded in silenc-
ing Magruder's battery and repelling
the storming party who had adj
vanced so confidently. But Magru-
der was not one who accepted defeat
so easily without striving to change
the fortunes of the. day. While the
soldiers were so CALAMITY holding
their own, the battle ragged fiercely
on the dark waters Of the bay. The
steamers were well manned by a
portion Of Sibley's brigade. Two Of
them singled out the Harriet Lane
as their prey, viz, the Bayou city,
armed with 6s-pounder rified gun
and manned by 200 troops, and the
Neptune, with two brass pieces and
100 men. AS the two steamers bore
down to attack the Harriet Lane
they loomed up through the dark
ness, assuming proportions twice
their size. wainwright had not been
taken by surprise. At the first note
Of alarm the energetic commander
lcaped from his cabin and hurried
on deck, closely followed by his
friend. The Harriet Lane had slipped
her cable, steaming ahead with all
hands at quarters, and marines sta
toned along the waist acting as
sharpshooters. Wainwright adj
vanced bow on, making use Of his
bow guns, which met with prompt
response from the Bayou city. The
rebels had not got the range, the
second discharge did no damage, and
the third attempt proved the last.
The 6s-pounder burst, scattering
death and terror amongst the SOL
diers Of Sibley's brigade, who did not
feel entirely at home fighting away
from the solid earth.
Calling on the boarders to stand
by, wainwright turned the sharp bow
Of his steamer i'm the direction Of the