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A NAVAL BATTLE. 355
Not a pistol, revolver, or carbine blazed. Even
the marines, whose nerves were so tried by being
the cannon-
compelled to stand still at arms during
ade, while the sailors were upheld by the excitement
of fighting, were not allowed after that order the
glory of a single shot.
" We '11 fight like Christians or not at all," said an
officer.
Then backward through another shower of iron
in the form of grape and canister, chain-shot, eightinch
shell, twenty-four and thirty-two pound round-
shot from the batteries, the Wyoming passed. Hull,
masts, rigging, smoke-stack, and iron-work were
torn, gashed, plowed, and pierced, but neither boiler
nor rudder had been touched. The brig sunk, the
steamer blown up, one or two of the batteries si-
lenced, was the report of her work done in one hour
and ten minutes. Of the gallant sailors on her own
deck four killed outright and two dead of their
wounds, besides seven more torn, bruised, or muti-
lated, made the record of their loss.
The next day was the Lord's Day, and one of
peace and rest, withal as beautiful as though it had
come down out of heaven from God. Then how
different the scene on the deck of the American
hammocks neatly sewed and heav-
battle-ship ! Four
ily shotted lay by the board ready for their " vast
and wandering grave." Then McDougal, the hero
that knew no fear, the man of science, courage, and
faith, with prayer to the Father of all spirits, in
tears that rolled down his face, and with a heart