with him.
For it was
not only a
piece of
stout,
seamanly,
good
feeling;
it was
good
policy
besides
and showed
our
enemies
that we
despised
their
cannonade.
All
through
the
evening
they kept
thundering
away. Ball
after ball
flew over
or fell
short or
kicked up
the sand
in the
enclosure;
but they
had to
fire so
high that
the shot
fell dead
and buried
itself in
the soft
sand. We
had no
ricochet
to fear;
and though
one popped
in through
