Chapter One
Admiral Porter had his own ideas for the Rebels’ undoing, which presently had
nothing to do with armies or canals or amphibious landings. Instead, after
correctly identifying the two main objectives of the Mississippi campaign, he
just as correctly proceeded to separate them. One, of course, was to reopen the
river to commercial traffic from the Midwest to the Gulf and thence to ports far
and wide. Desirable as this was, it would still require the reduction of
Vicksburg and Port Hudson, which only the army could accomplish, and they
weren’t getting anywhere fast. From a purely military standpoint, however, the
second goal was even more vital, and that was to sever the Confederate
connection between the bountiful lands of the trans- Mississippi, since the
ultimate destination of their bounty was the Rebel armies of Virginia,
Tennessee, and Mississippi.
In sheer size, the trans- Mississippi was nearly as large as the rest of the
Confederacy east of the river. Up until then it had provided the South with more
than 100,000 soldiers, about 30 percent of the number presently serving under
arms. Perhaps even more significantly, the trans- Mississippi was an
inexhaustible granary that supplied much of the beef, corn, hogs, rice, wheat,
and staples that filled stockpiles in Atlanta and Richmond. Not only that, but
because of the blockade it also was a major conduit of European arms, munitions,
and medical supplies through supposedly neutral Mexico. Cut off the supplies,
Porter reasoned, and the enemy armies would begin to wither and starve. His view
was later shared by no less an authority than the Harvard historian and
philosopher John Fiske, who wrote in 1900, “To sever from the Confederacy its
three trans- Mississippi states was an object of paramount importance. It would
destroy nearly half its resisting power.”
This Confederate pipeline had already suffered a major blow with the fall of
Memphis, and Sherman, before going up the Yazoo to attack Chickasaw Bluffs, had
seen to the destruction of the Shreveport and Vicksburg Railroad. While these
actions went a long way toward cutting the connection, it still left almost
three hundred miles of the Mississippi under Rebel control all the way down to
Port Hudson, and it was upon this stretch that Porter cast his nautical eye. He
already knew he could get his ironclads past the Vicksburg batteries-albeit with
the inevitably heavy damage-and once below there would be no sustainable source
of coal, and the fireboxes of the ironclad ships were not designed for burning
wood. Porter was still trying to figure a way to solve that problem when a
catalyst arrived in the shape of a big Confederate riverboat named City of
Vicksburg that steamed up from the South laden with supplies and tied up at the
town docks. The brazenness of this prompted the admiral to summon his newest
charge, Colonel Charles Rivers Ellet, who a scant six months earlier had been a
nineteen- year- old medical cadet. Following the death of his father during the
Battle of Memphis, young Ellet now commanded the army ram fleet, which, over the
protest of Secretary of War Stanton, had just been turned over to the navy.
Porter now wanted to know if Ellet thought it was possible to send in one of his
rams to sink the City of Vicksburg, which, to his eternal annoyance and disgust,
was lying in plain sight of his flagship.
Ellet replied that it was not only possible but, with himself in command, it was
as good as done. Thus in the early hours of February 2, 1863, Ellet began
sneaking downriver in Queen of the West, his best ram, which could burn either
coal or wood. Elaborate preparations had been taken according to Porter’s
instructions, or so the admiral believed. Double bales of cotton had been placed
around the decks to fortify against Confederate cannon shot, a nighttime attack
had been ordered to minimize the danger from Rebel batteries, and Ellet had been
told to strike the City of Vicksburg just aft of her wheel, then blast her with
turpentine- encased shot in order to set her ablaze.
Everything was going according to plans until Ellet decided to change them. Told
to attack while it was still dark, he dallied around with last- minute
preparations so that it was after sunrise before he got into position, and by
then the Vicksburg guns were on full alert. As in the ill- fated attempt to ram
the Arkansas, a big river eddy caught Queen of the West just as she was bearing
in and her blow glanced off. She fired her turpentine balls, setting Vicksburg
afire, but the Rebel guns began exacting a stern toll. The cotton bales Ellet
had layered around the superstructure caught fire and all hands were ordered out
into the hail of enemy fire to shove them overboard. By then it was apparent no
more could be done and, while hundreds of Vicksburgians ran onto the bluffs to
watch, the Queen, still ablaze and being shot at by every gun in the batteries,
bore off toward the western shore where Sherman had some batteries of his own.
After putting out the fire and looking things over, Ellet decided his damage was
slight and Porter told him to push on downriver in search of Confederate supply
ships. He was accompanied by the unarmed river steamer De Soto, which Sherman
had lent him as a support vessel and safety valve, if trouble should occur. The
first Rebel boat he caught up with was typical of the haul that was crossing on
a daily basis from the trans- Mississippi. She was the steamer A. H. Baker,
carrying 110,000 pounds of barreled pork, some five hundred live hogs, several
tons of salt, and other sundries, bound for Port Hudson and points east. Thus
encouraged, Ellet continued on his rampage.
By then the Confederates had put out the alarm but, even so, a number of their
transports failed to get the word and were taken captive, including one boat
with a party of women from New Orleans aboard, whose destination seemed to be
Port Hudson. Porter floated down a barge of coal for Ellet, which he recovered
and hid up a bayou, then began a campaign of pillage on the smaller streams
feeding into the Mississippi. At one point he stopped at a plantation near Grand
Gulf that had belonged to former president Zachary Taylor and appropriated its
cotton. He sent parties of his “marines” ashore with orders to destroy enemy
wagon trains and, if fired upon from the banks, burn the plantation homes
nearby. After two weeks of this he made his first reckless mistake, violating
Porter’s orders to stay near the mouth of the Red River.
Full of as much steam as his boilers, Ellet took the Queen eighty miles up the
Red River to see about a big gun the Confederates were rumored to be landing
there. On the way he captured a steamer with 4,500 bushels of corn, a number of
Confederate soldiers, and a German with $32,000 in his pocket. When he arrived
at the place the gun was supposed to be delivered to, Ellet not only found
himself bracketed and shot through and through by Rebel guns, but he got stuck
on a sandbar and had to abandon ship, leaving the Queen in enemy hands. He and
most of his crew escaped on the De Soto, which was following close behind, but
she also ran aground and they were forced to re-escape on the captured
Confederate corn boat.
For two days Ellet and his men desperately eluded a host of angry Rebel steamers
that were now looking for him in every part of the river system. Out of food and
fuel, the crew fed the corn into the engine’s fireboxes and ate what was left,
and it seemed only a matter of time before their unarmed boat would be
apprehended. Then salvation appeared out of a Mississippi River fog in the form
of the new ironclad Indianola, which Porter presciently had sent downriver when
communications with Ellet were lost. After conferring with Indianola’s captain,
and explaining what had happened, Ellet and his people went north toward
Vicksburg, assuming their mission had been accomplished. In Porter’s eyes, it
was nothing of the sort, for he viewed the loss of Queen of the West as a major
defeat. “I can give orders, but I cannot give officers good judgment,” he
telegraphed the secretary of the navy. “The Indianola is now there by herself.
Whether the commander will have the good sense not to be surprised, remains to
be seen.”
It did not take long for Porter to find out. Indianola’s captain hung around for
two extra days, by which time the Confederates had not only repaired and manned
Queen of the West but also sicced upon him the formidable William H. Webb, a
converted steam ram. On the moonlit night of February 24, these two caught up
with the Yankee gunboat about twenty- five miles south of Vicksburg. In the
ensuing battle, the mighty Indianola got herself sunk in ten feet of water and
her crew made prisoners, and Porter’s humiliation was complete, or so it seemed.
But then there occurred one of those weird and wonderful incidents, which on the
rarest of occasions can make war actually seem like fun.
Next morning, after Porter recovered from his fury over losing the Indianola, he
concocted a delicious plot to keep her from falling into Rebel hands. First he
commandeered a large river flatboat and set a veritable army of carpenters to
work, dolling her up like a Union ironclad. By late afternoon, the barge had
been extended to more than three hundred feet long, with forty- foot- high
enclosed paddle wheel-houses made out of a cabin hauled from a nearby
plantation, two tall smokestacks of nailed- together barrels set upon smoldering
tar pots, and a big “Quaker gun” that poked menacingly forward. To conceal the
hasty work, the dummy ship was plastered with tar and christened “Black Terror,”
complete with the Stars and Stripes flying from a flagstaff. As a finishing
touch, some wag nailed a sign on its side: deluded people, cave in! The finished
cost of the hoax ship, Porter claimed, had been $8.63. Just before midnight a
Union towboat dragged the creature around to the bend above Vicksburg and cut it
loose downriver.
When the Confederate batteries sighted it in the moonlight they assumed it was
real and opened fire, but the current carried “Black Terror” rapidly past with
no observable damage. It hit a sandbar just off DeSoto Point, but Sherman’s
people rowed out and shoved it off. Meanwhile, Confederate headquarters at
Vicksburg had fired off a warning that a big Yankee ironclad was on the loose
south of the city and ordered the salvage parties attempting to raise Indianola
to demolish her, rather than let her be retaken. Just as the sun was setting,
Rebel scouts reported “Black Terror” lying off the western shore not far above
where the recovery operation was in progress. Actually she was aground again,
but that was all it took; Queen of the West and the William H. Webb, which had
been standing by, promptly came about and took off downriver, while the Rebel
salvage party blew up Indianola with her own gunpowder. For a while, Pemberton
and his army became laughingstocks, not just in the North but throughout the
Confederacy as well.
For his part, Porter had partially redeemed himself by the dummy ironclad trick,
but the fact remained that two of his fleet’s most powerful ships, Queen of the
West and Indianola, were either sunk or in the hands of the enemy, and thus
ended the U.S. Navy’s forays into the Rebel- held part of the Mississippi until
further notice.
(Continues…)
Excerpted from Vicksburg, 1863
by Winston Groom
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