Running the Batteries
The Tug Rumsey accoutred for running the Rebel batteries at Vicksburgbeneath short articles entitled How Steamboats Run Rebel Batteries, General Grants Campaign, and The Berwicks Bay Expedition. Running
the Batteries gives an accurate account of the passage of
gunboats and other Union ships past the Confederate batteries at Vicksburg.
It is in the form of an on-the-spot narration by an observer at the
Vicksburg anchorage. The New York Tribune account appears in the Rebellion
Record, Volume VI, Doc. 546-548.
Finally, as the Tribune tells it, all the boats disappeared, and the spectators stood on the decks of the anchored boats, holding their breath and speculating on the fate of the boats. Suddenly a flame starts up! Another and another leaps into the darkness of the night. We can trace the course of our fleet by new flames that each moment startle the strained sight (Doc. 547). The discovery by the rebels of the passing gunboats and their ensuing fire is rendered by Melville:
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remaining stanzas are composed from the same account, as the quickest
comparison shows. For instance, the phrase new flames that each
moment startle the strained sight (Doc. 547) is reflected in Melvilles
we strain our gaze. The discovery by the onlookers of the
searching Confederate beacon elicits the cry Vicksburgh
is on fire! . . . uttered in excited tones (Doc. 547). Melville
proclaims the same discovery in his line The town is afire!
crows Hugh. The powerful Confederate beacon is described by the
Tribune in these words: So powerful was the light, that at the
point where our fleet was moored, the shadow of a hand held a foot from
the boats side was distinctly thrown upon it (Doc. 548).
Melville transforms this information into So far and strong, that
in phantom cheat/Lank on the deck our shadows lay.
Melville converts this passage to the following:
One final brief example will suffice in illustrating Melvilles use of the Tribunes account. The Tribune describes the fire on board the transport in these words: . . . it wanted the mellow, vivid, space-piercing brilliancy of the beacon; above it rolled volumes of thick and curling smoke of a white color (Doc. 548). Melville rephrases the imagery this way: Not mellowly brilliant like the first,/But rolled in smoke, whose whitish volumes burst. |