Assigned As A Mortar Ship For Duty in The Mississippi River
Assigned to the Mortar Flotilla, organized to neutralize Confederate forts guarding the sea approaches to New Orleans, Louisiana, the schooner got underway in mid February and sailed via Key West, Florida, and Ship Island, Mississippi, for the Mississippi River. She crossed the bar at Pass a l'Outre 18 March and anchored in the muddy waters of the Mississippi Delta.
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