USS Alfred Robb (1860) - Assigned To Mississippi River Operations

Assigned To Mississippi River Operations

Upon reaching that small riverside port, Robb — with "Second Master" Jason Goudy in charge — reported her arrival to Maj. Gen. Henry W. Halleck and began almost three years of protecting and supporting Union troops who were fighting to control the land between the Mississippi River and the Appalachian Mountains.

Alfred Robb reached Pittsburgh Landing at a critical point in the war. On the Mississippi River, the Western Flotilla was teaming up with the Ellet Ram Fleet to destroy the Confederacy's River Defense Fleet in a hard-fought engagement at Memphis, Tennessee. Their victory gave the Union control of the river as far south as Vicksburg, Mississippi.

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