USS Nathaniel Taylor (1863) - Assigned To The Stone Fleet

Assigned To The Stone Fleet

Although the schooner was not sent north for adjudication, the Union Navy purchased her from the New York City prize court 19 May 1863, and she was sunk as an obstruction at Petit Bois Channel.

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