Page:Battle-Pieces and Aspects of the War.djvu/50



And over the desolate ridges blew

A Lapland wind.

The main affair

Was a good two hours' steady fight

Between our gun-boats and the Fort.

The Louisville's wheel was smashed outright.

A hundred-and-twenty-eight-pound ball

Came planet-like through a starboard port,

Killing three men, and wounding all

The rest of that gun's crew,

(The captain of the gun was cut in two);

Then splintering and ripping went—

Nothing could be its continent.

In the narrow stream the Louisville,

Unhelmed, grew lawless; swung around,

And would have thumped and drifted, till

All the fleet was driven aground,

But for the timely order to retire.

Some damage from our fire, 'tis thought,

Was done the water-batteries of the Fort.

Little else took place that day,

Except the field artillery in line

Would now and then—for love, they say—

Exchange a valentine.