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MAY 25, 1861.] HARPER'S WEEKLY. 327 DEPARTURE OF VOLUNTEERS FROM DUBUQUE, IOWA, APRIL 22, 1861.-—[SEE PAGE 331.](Continued from Previous Page) As we passed M'Rae I said to myself, Now it's coming, Bob! I watched the embrasures. They looked twice as ugly as a ship's port-holes, and every gun seemed pointed at my devoted head. I knew that I would be the only one hit, for at me they aimed. The men pulled cheerily, and after a while I made up my mind that we were to get back to our floating homes with unbroken limbs. The east was glowing with a warm, rosy light ; the morning was lovely. " Are you one of those who admire sunrise ?" said the Captain. " "No, Sir, I am not ; and I must say that this morning it was especially unwelcome. A few minutes since I would have been glad of an hour more of darkness." The Captain laughed. «Did not you expect M'Rae to open on us?" asked I. "Most certainly," replied he. That is the way that Fort Pickens was reinforced from our squadron on the morning of the thirteenth of April, by daylight, in face of a fully-armed fort and other batteries —reinforced while a large body of men held the opposite shore. " Well, I'm thankful I am back safe, and I don't care who knows it," said the gallant lieutenant who accompanied the expedition. Why we were not fired upon I can not say. Humanity, dislike to fire the first shot in such a war, want of orders from head-quarters—I know not. It THE EIGHTH MASSACHUSETTS REGIMENT IN THE ROTUNDA OF THE CAPITOL, WASHINGTON.—[SEE PAGE 331] |
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