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��passage of Forts Jackson and St. Philip, but the joyous sunshine, flooding land and sea with its brightness, and mir- roring its revealing gleams upon fort and ship and pennon, serving friend and foe alike impartially. Alas ! for the brave souls to whom that gracious morning light was the last of earth, but we may hope they awoke in a light of still more radiance and glory, and amid pseans of a joyous host, choiring " Well done, thou good and faithful servants, that didst give thy lives to God and country ! "

The soft south wind of that fair morn came like a benediction to the fleet now sweeping on with the flood tide, and stillness like a sentient pre- sence, only disturbed by the sound of screw or paddle-wheel as they turned ahead, hung over the ships till broken by the belching roar of the Tecumseh's monster guns, as she threw two fifteen- inch shells into Morgan — her first and last ! And now, at seven, " by the chime," the action became general, and the Tecumseh, having loaded with heaviest charge and solid steel shot, steamed on ahead of the Brooklyn to attack the Tennessee ] but Craven, thinking he saw a movement on the part of the ram to get out of the way, together with the seemingly too narrow space between the fatal buoy and the shore for manoeuvre in case of need, gave the order to starboard the helm, and head directl\' for the watchful Tennessee, waiting with lock-strings in hand to salute the monitor as she closed — gallant foeman worthy of her steel ! So near and yet so far, for hardly had the Tecumseh gone a length to the westward of the sentinel buoy, than the fate, already outlined, overwhelmed her, and her iron walls became coffin, shroud, and winding-

��sheet to Craven and most of the brave souls with him, and all so suddenly that those who had se6n the disaster could • hardly realize what had taken place.

Ours is not the purpose to follow further the details of the fight, but to go with Perkins in the Chickasaw and see things as he saw them on that stir- ring day, as gathered from his letters and as fortified from other sources. Of tireless energy and restless activity, and sternly intent upon making the Chickasaw second to none in the grand work demanded of the fleet, he im- parted nerve and enthusiasm through- out the vessel ; now in the pilot-house, looking after the helmsman ; then in the forward turret, personally sighting the guns ; anon on top of the turret, taking in the surroundings.

His fine spirit and high moral courage had characteristic illustration when, the night before the fight, calling his officers into the cabin, he thus addressed them : " Gentlemen, by this time to-morrow, the fate of this fleet and of Mobile will be sealed. We have all a duty to perform and a victory to win. I have sent for you to say, that not a drop of wine, liquor, or beer, is to be drunk on board of this vessel from this hour until the battle is over, and the victory won, or death has come to us. It is my wish that every officer and man shall go into battle with a clear head and strong nerves. I rely upon you to comply with this require- ment, confident that the Chickasaw and her crew can thus best perform their whole duty."

An officer, who held high position on board the flagship, writes : " Perkins went into the fight in his shirt-leeves and a straw hat, and as he passed the Hartford, he was on top of the turret waving his hat and dancing

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