The Promotion.
The next day, in obedience to orders from the admiral, the Michigan
steamed up Red River, and came to an anchor in front of Fort De Russy. A
few rebel soldiers had taken possession of the fortifications, and the
vessel had scarcely dropped her anchor when they opened upon her with
muskets. All hands were ordered under cover, and for two days were kept
closely confined below. The bullets, which constantly whistled over the
deck, did no damage beyond cutting down the flag--which, however was
promptly hoisted again--and battering up the officers' rooms on the
quarter-deck, which were not iron-clad. Several attempts were made to
dislodge the rebels, but, as usual, without success. On the third day,
however, a heavy firing up the river, in the direction of Alexandria,
announced that the expedition was returning, and the rebels, fearing
capture, hastily withdrew. Toward evening the fleet came in sight, some
of the transports having gun-boats alongside of them for protection. The
entire fleet bore marks of the handiwork of the rebels, in the shape of
battered casemates, broken chimneys, and shattered upper works. Little
had been accomplished beyond the capture of cotton, and both officers
and men teemed delighted to find themselves once more on the way to the
Mississippi River.
In about an hour after the first boats of the fleet had made their
appearance, a tin-clad came down, bearing the admiral's flag, and
rounded-to and landed a short distance below the Michigan. Close behind
her came another of the mosquito fleet, towed by a transport. Both
vessels were badly cut up, especially the gun-boat, which was almost a
wreck. Both chimneys had either been broken off by branches of trees or
shattered by a shell, and her casemates were pierced in a hundred
places. Her engines had also been disabled, and her wheel hung
motionless in the water. Still she retained enough of her former
appearance for Frank to recognize in her his old vessel, the Boxer;
besides, he saw his cousin on the guards waving his handkerchief to him.
While Frank stood watching the vessel, wondering how any of her crew
could have escaped, and how Archie had conducted himself during the
fights through which he had passed, the captain came up out of his cabin
and exclaimed:
"Mr. Nelson, you're wanted on board the flagship! Don't wait to get your
side-arms, but go at once. The admiral is in a great hurry to see you!"
Frank, wondering what new orders he was about to receive, ran down the
ladder that led to the afterguard, reached the shore on a plank that
extended from the stern of the vessel to the bank, and in a short time
was in the presence of the admiral.
That gentleman was so busy that he did not notice Frank, until one of
his clerks exclaimed:
"Admiral! here's Captain Nelson, sir."
"Ah, yes," said the admiral, scarcely looking up from his work. "Sit
down, captain; I'm very busy just at present."
_Captain!_ Frank knew that neither the admiral nor his clerks were
in the habit of making mistakes, but he thought they were certainly
mistaken this time. Perhaps they were so busy they had not taken time to
see who he was. But he was not kept long in suspense, for the admiral,
after signing his name to several documents, turned in his chair, and
picking up some letters that lay on his desk, handed them to Frank,
saying:
"Captain, there are your orders. I only wanted to see you to say that I
wish them obeyed with the least possible delay. Have the Boxer back here
as soon as you can, for I want to use her. Get your baggage on board and
start at once."
Frank, so bewildered that he scarcely knew what the admiral was saying,
took the letters and hurried back to the Michigan. The captain met him
at the gangway, and extending his hand, said, with a smile:
"I'm sorry to have you leave us, Mr. Nelson. I suppose you have got it?"
"I have something, sir," replied Frank, "but I don't know what it is."
As he spoke, he tore open one of the envelopes, and hastily running his
eye over the letter it contained, found, to his astonishment, that he
was an acting master. The next one he opened was an order for him to
report "to the commanding officer of the U. S. S. Boxer for duty and
_command of that vessel_." The other contained instructions for him
to "proceed to Cairo without delay, and place his vessel under repairs,
and as soon as she was put in condition for service, to return and
report to the admiral."
"Just as I expected," said the captain, who seemed to be as highly
elated as Frank himself. "Just as I expected, sir. You deserve it, and I
congratulate you."
Frank made some reply, in his excitement he hardly knew what, and
hurried off to pack his trunk and bed-clothes. This being accomplished,
his baggage was carried to the cutter, which lay alongside, and after
taking leave of the captain and his messmates, he stepped into the boat
and started for his vessel, which still lay at the bank, below the
flagship, with the transport which was to tow her to Cairo. As he
stepped on board the Boxer, he was met by Archie, and several of his old
messmates, who greeted him cordially. The executive officer was in
command, and to him Frank showed his orders, and requested that his
baggage might be conveyed into the cabin. He then went on deck, and
after ascertaining that the transport was ready to start, ordered the
line cast off, and both vessels were soon on their course down the
river.
After finding they were fairly under way, Frank, accompanied by Archie,
went into the cabin, and sat down to collect his thoughts, for, in the
excitement of his unexpected promotion, he moved like one in a dream.
The cabin steward had already taken his trunk into his state-room, and
was engaged in making his bed. Captain Nelson! How strangely it sounded;
and Frank repeated it several times, and gazed about the cabin as if he
could scarcely believe that he was awake. He read his appointment and
orders over and over again, both to fully understand what was required
of him, and to convince himself that he was in reality the commander of
a vessel. When he was made the executive officer of the very boat he now
commanded, he had reached the height of his ambition, and his present
position was a step higher than he had dared to look.
The captain of a gun-boat generally lives in a little world of his own.
He has a cabin all to himself, messes alone, and rarely has intercourse
with his officers, except upon business. If he has a messmate, it is
either a clerk, or the paymaster or doctor of the vessel. Frank was not
entitled to a clerk, but he had a paymaster, and, at his request, Archie
at once commenced the removal of his baggage into one of the vacant
state-rooms in the cabin. While thus engaged, the orderly announced the
executive officer, who entered to inquire if Frank had any orders to
give. The latter replied that he had not, and for nearly an hour he
remained in conversation with the executive, during which he learned the
exact state of affairs about decks. Every thing appeared to be going on
smoothly, and Frank had no desire to show his authority by issuing
unnecessary orders. One by one the wardroom and steerage officers came
in to congratulate the young commander, and when bed-time came they
returned to their quarters, saying among themselves that "Captain Nelson
didn't feel any bigger in his new position than he would if he were
nothing but a Johnny master's mate."
One afternoon, after they had reached the Mississippi River, as Frank
sat at his desk, writing a letter to his mother, and Archie lay on the
sofa close by, engaged in reading, there was a commotion on deck, and
the orderly burst into the cabin, exclaiming--
"Rebels, cap'n! A battery just ahead, sir!" And he had scarcely spoken,
when there was a roar of cannon, and the shells burst over and about the
vessels.
"Call to quarters," said Frank, as he sprang to his feet and ran into
his room after his side-arms and the keys to the magazine.
The orderly disappeared, followed by Archie, who, throwing his book into
the furthest corner of the cabin, ran on deck, without even waiting to
get his hat.
After ordering the executive, who met him at the door, to have the lamps
in the magazine lighted, and to prepare for action, Frank ran into the
pilothouse, and looking up the river, discovered a smoke arising from a
point half a mile in advance of them.
"Captain," shouted the commander of the transport, who stood in his
pilot-house, "what do you want me to do?"
"Take us up the river as fast as you can," shouted Frank, in reply.
The captain had evidently seen some stirring times while up Red River.
He was not accustomed to the noise and confusion of battle, and his
actions indicated that he did not like the idea of attempting to run by
the battery. But his orders from the admiral were to take the Boxer to
Cairo as soon as possible, and he dared not disobey them.
"All ready below, sir," was the word at this moment passed up through
the trumpet.
All the guns on board the Boxer were pointed at the battery, and the
crew impatiently waited for the order to fire. Frank stood at his post,
watching the battery through a spy-glass, and waiting until they should
come to close quarters, so that he could make every shot count. All this
while the shells had been dropping into the water, and shrieking through
the air about the vessels, and one or two had found a lodgement in the
wheel-house of the transport. They kept on in silence until they arrived
almost opposite the battery, which stood out in plain view, unprotected
by levee or other breastwork, and Frank then gave the order to open upon
them. The crash that followed the order, as every gun that could be
brought to bear upon the battery belched forth its contents, was
terrific. Shells and canister rattled over the bank, cutting down the
rebel gunners, and disabling one of their cannon. As quickly as
possible, the guns were reloaded, and almost before the rebels had
recovered from their panic, another broadside was poured into them, and
when the smoke cleared away, the battery was standing deserted. Here was
an opportunity that, to Frank, had he possessed men enough to back him
up, would not have been lost; he would have landed, and captured the
battery. But he was ignorant of the force of the rebels. There might be
a regiment of them hidden away in the woods--enough to have captured the
vessels the moment they touched the bank--and to have lost the Boxer
scarcely a week after he had been placed in command of her would have
been a misfortune indeed. He kept on up the river, shelling the woods as
long as he could bring a gun to bear upon them.
In a few days they arrived at Cairo, where Frank reported to the
commandant of the station, and his vessel was at once placed in the
hands of the workmen at the navy-yard. The work was rapidly pushed
forward, and at the end of a month she was declared ready for service,
and after she had been furnished with a full crew from the receiving
ship, and Archie had laid in a stock of paymaster's stores, the Boxer,
in obedience to orders, started down the river to report to the admiral.