Assigned Blockade Duty On The U.S. East Coast
Ordered back to the U.S. East Coast, Matthew Vassar spent the rest of the war on blockade duty. She captured schooner Florida off Little River Inlet, North Carolina, as the blockade runner tried to slip in with a cargo of salt for the Confederacy 11 January 1863. On 3 March Acting Master’s Mate George Drain led a boat crew from Matthew Vassar which destroyed a large boat at Little River Inlet. Proceeding up the western branch of the river to destroy salt works, the boat grounded and the crew was captured by Confederate troops. On 27 April, boat crews from Matthew Vassar and USS Monticello boarded and destroyed British blockade runner Golden Liner in Murrell's Inlet, South Carolina, with a cargo of flour, brandy, sugar, and coffee for the straitened South.
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