USS Kinsman (1854) - Damaged in Action Against Confederate Ironclad Cotton

Damaged in Action Against Confederate Ironclad Cotton

Renamed Kinsman, the side-wheel steamer operated for the Union Army, Acting Master George Wiggen in command. With USS Calhoun, USS Estrella, and USS Diana, she engaged Confederate ironclad gunboat Cotton in a spirited action 3 November. Kinsman was struck under her port bow and the other Union ships were damaged but they forced the Confederate vessel to retire. That night the Northern ships captured A. B. Seaer, a small Steamer of the Confederate Navy used as a dispatch boat. Five days later, Kinsman and A. B. Seger captured and burned steamers Osprey and J. P. Smith in Bayou Cheval, Louisiana.

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