The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1886-06-02
SINKING THE ALBEMARLE.
HOW THE CONFEDERATE RAM
WAS DESTROYED BY GUSHING.
Attaching a Torpedo to the Vessel
and Blowing Her up-A Daring
Midnight Deed.

Midnight Deed.
A writer in the Detroit Free Press
gives thrilling account of the destruc-
tion of the Confederate ram Albemarle by
Lieutenant Gushing, of the Federal navy.
We quote from the article as follows, be-
| ginning at the time that the little mid
] night expedition of thirteen had arrived
flose to the Confederate vessel in their
Saunch:
The wharf where the ram reposed,
| grim and confident in its strength,
doomed upon the expectant vision of
Cushing, who in a whisper directed that
the gear of the torpedo should be ready
for prompt action. The boom was
shipped in its place, the torpedo adjust
ed, guys hauled taut, and trigger line
placed close to Cushing's hand. The
speed of the boat was slackened, posi-
tion taken abreast of the ram-the
launch was headed straight for the mon
ster. and the long-loeked for decisive
moment had arrived.
Suddenly there fared up from either
bank broad belt of light, illuminating
the dark bosom of the river with almost
the distinctness of day. The launch,
with its fatal number of thirteen, was
revealed to the keen eyes of the guard
! on shore.
"Who goes there 2" hailed a sharp,
clear voice. "Whos in that launch
Report, or I'll open fire upon you" This
was followed by the rattle of firearms, as
an unseen force made ready for the next
, command. The Shamrock's cutter at
this juncture was cut off, with orders to
proceed down the river and capture the
force on the Southfeld, if possible, or
to try and spike the guns there.
Cushing, realizing that concealment
was no longer possible. while every mo-
ment to him was worth its weight in
gold, rushed toward the ram with tor
pedo poised ready to do its work His
tall form lowered above the rest of the
crew as he stood erect, his eyes flashing
and hair streaming out from beneath his
cap. Again there was a>hail, and Cush-
ing, allowing his natural dare devil spirit
to gain the ascendancy, replied:
''Yankees-you, lookout for your
selves2" He laughed recklessly as a vol
ley of rife balls whizzed about his ears,
but his eyes never even lost sight of the
ram. The smooth sides of the launch
were splintered and torn, riddled in fact
through and through, and the water
spurted up through the planks, in half a
dozen places. -
The guard on the wharf aroused by
the alarm came pouring forth from their
quarters, half asleep, bewildered and not
knowing which way to turn to meet the
foe. The huge ports Of the ram swung
open, her decks appeared covered with
men, rushing wildly to and fro, demor-
allied, filed with CONSERVATION, and
unable to ward off the impending danger.
The bow gun of the Albemarle, trained
down the river, was fired, probably at
BRANDON, but its thunderous echoes rang
throughout the town with startling ef-
feet, arousing both citizens and soldiery,
who mingiea in surging mass as they
rushed toward the river TO discover what
was the cause of the alarm.
The flash of the gun revealed the low
over-hang of the ram to the sharp eye of
Cushing, and for that point he directed
the launch, when, as he came within
striking distance, he discovered for the
first time the raft of logs surroundingthe
ram. The bell of the ram, together with
a number of alarm rattles were creating
q fearful din, while the confusion. and
jostling of the mob prevented anything
like concerted action. This probably
saved the life Qf Cushing, for, although
the air seemed full Of bullets, no one
appeared to know at what they were
firing. In the midst of the wild fusilade
blast from the river, a storm of grape
and canister tearing through their
crowded ranks and the Confederates
fell back, yelling that the Yankees were
Upon them. =.
Cushing had trained the howitzer in
the bows of the launch upon the throng,
firing full in their faces. Before thev
recovered from the panic which had
seized them, Cushing had taken a sharp
sheer with the launch, making a com
Mete circle, so as to strike her fairly, and
Nent into her bows on. The feet little
%aft was flying through the water,
Cushing standing by the tiller, intent
upon one result-the destruction of the
ram. Musket and rife balls were sing
ing through the air in every direction,
the clothing of Cushing had sustained
several rents, but none had scratched
him.
'Leave the ram !" he shouted. "Jump,
for Pm going to send you sky highl"
With a heavy thud and sharp shock the
launch struck the boom of logs directly
opposite the rams port quarter, pressed
them down, thereby gaining several feet
To quote Cushing's own words will best
illustrate the situation: 'Gn moment
we had struck the logs, breasting them
in some feet, and our bows resting on
them. The torpedo boom was then low
cred, and by a vigorous pull succeeded
in driving the torpedo under the over
hang, and exploded it at the same time
that the Albemarle's gun was fired A
shot seemed TO gocrashing through my
boat, and a dense mass of water rushed in |
from the torpedo, filling the launch and
completely disabling her"
A seam twenty-five feet in length and |
three inches wide had been opened in
the ram, proving her death wound, and
the Albemarle, with the shattered re-