USS Young Rover (1861) - Continued Operations Along The Atlantic Coast

Continued Operations Along The Atlantic Coast

After repairs at Baltimore, Maryland, in April and May of she returned to Hampton Roads where she began duty as guardship as a consequence of her deteriorating sailing and her almost nonexistent steaming abilities. That assignment, conducted at various locations in the southern Chesapeake Bay -- Fortress Monroe, Hampton Roads, and at the mouths of the James and York Rivers—occupied her until the fall of 1864. On 20 November she received orders to proceed to the Delaware breakwater, there to protect American shipping entering and leaving the Delaware. She departed Hampton Roads on 1 December and arrived at the mouth of the Delaware River several days later.

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