The Huge Swamp Angel Bombards Charleston

The “Swamp Angel” – A Union 200-Pounder Parrott Gun.

August 22-23, 1863

The “Swamp Angel” was a Union 200-pounder Parrott Gun used on August 22-23, 1863, at Morris Island in Charleston Harbor, South Carolina to shell nearby Charleston.

Quincy A. Gillmore

Quincy A. Gillmore

On April 12, 1861, Fort Sumter was bombarded by Confederate batteries located around Charleston Harbor. Within thirty-four hours the Fort Sumter had surrendered and a long, bloody Civil War was underway. From the moment of its surrender, the recapturing of Fort Sumter became one of the Union’s most important objectives. Nearly four years went by before Union forces were successful at retaking Fort Sumter.

By the summer 1863, the Confederate held Fort Sumter had been bombarded by Federal artillery for two years, but the fort still stood and guarded Charleston. At the entrance to Charleston Harbor is Morris Island and Union General Quincy A. Gillmore and his troops were stationed there. Gillmore wanted to construct an artillery battery on Morris Island so he could directly bombard Charleston and force the city to surrender. Gillmore’s plan would bypass troublesome Fort Sumter and other forts in the Charleston Harbor. A big gun with the range to bombard Charleston would allow Gillmore to force the rebel stronghold of Charleston to surrender. General Gillmore needed the Swamp Angel.

The Swamp Angel was huge. It was cast of iron at the West Point Foundry in New York and it weighed 16,700 pounds. The Swamp Angel’s barrel bore was 8-inches and it had an 11-foot bore depth. Even the construction of the battery and parapet needed for the Swamp Angel was impressive. Merely getting this giant gun into place on the swampy, mushy, ground of Morris Island (with mud sometimes twenty-feet deep) in Charleston Harbor was a challenging engineering job. Construction of the battery and parapet began on August 2, and it included:

  • 13,000 sandbags weighing greater than 800 tons total
  • 123 pine timbers, 45-55 feet in length and 15-18 inches in diameter
  • 5,000 feet of 1-inch thick board
  • 9,500 feet of 3-inch thick planking
  • The spikes, nails, and iron required to hold it all together weighed 1,200 pounds
  • 75 fathoms (450 feet) of rope, 3 inches thick

The Swamp Angel used a 17-pound powder charge to fire a 200-pound projectile 7,900 yards into the heart of Charleston. To add to the threat of the Swamp Angel, the projectiles could be filled with an incendiary fluid called “Greek Fire” that would set Charleston ablaze. On August 17 the Swamp Angel arrived at Morris Island. An awesome weapon of war was about to go to work.

A Huge Monster Cannon

Gillmore sent a message on August 21, to General P. G. T. Beauregard demanding the evacuation of Confederate posts on Morris Island and Fort Sumter, or else shelling of Charleston would start. The Yankees had sighted the Swamp Angel in on the steeple of St. Michael’s Church. Beauregard gave no reply to Gillmore’s demands.

At 1:30 A.M. on August 22, the Swamp Angel belched and roared its first shot at Charleston. Bells, whistles, and alarms from Charleston could soon be heard on Morris Island. Before daylight arrived, fifteen more shots rained down on Charleston from the Swamp Angel. Twelve of these shots filled with Greek Fire.

Charleston was receiving the wrath of the Union in the form of horrible huge shells filled with fire, shot from a huge monster cannon 7,900 yards away. On August 23, the Swamp Angel belched out more shells into Charleston. It looked like the Confederacy would have to surrender Charleston as the Swamp Angel rained its hellish fiery shells on the city.

When the Swamp Angel fired its thirty-sixth shell on August 23, it did something cast-iron Parrott guns were known for, despite their distinctive wrought iron reinforcing bands positioned around their breeches. On its thirty-sixth firing that day the Swamp Angel’s breech blew out and the gun’s barrel flew on top of the sandbag parapet. The great Swamp Angel was dead.

Although it had suffered some damage and a few fires were set by the Swamp Angel, Charleston was now safe. No further huge guns like the Swamp Angel were placed on the Union’s Morris Island battery.

The Swamp Angel

The Swamp Angel

The Swamp Angel

With its blown breech the Swamp Angel’s military career was over. The great gun now was to be sold as scrap iron and physically forever lost to history. However, new life came to the great Swamp Angel. The good citizens of Trenton, New Jersey bought the Swamp Angel and made it into a monument.

If you visit Trenton today, you will find the Swamp Angel at Cadwalader Park. Even if it could still fire and despite all its monstrous might, the Civil War Swamp Angel’s Greek Fire projectiles could not reach Charleston, South Carolina from Trenton, New Jersey. The people of Charleston may rest easy. The Swamp Angel is no longer a threat to them.

The Swamp Angel picture is courtesy of: CivilWarAlbum.com

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Lorena

Lorena

One Of The Most Popular Songs During The Civil War

Lorena was published in 1857, and it became one of the most popular songs of the Civil War. This song was a special favorite of the Confederates. Lorena has a beautiful melody and the lyrics are by Reverend H. D. L. Webster, but the actual origin of this song is uncertain. With the success of Lorena, many babies, towns, and at least one steamship, were named Lorena.

Following is a rendition of Lorena arranged and recorded by Tom Roush. It is quite good, although careful readers and listeners will notice that Roush’s version varies somewhat from the lyrics presented in this post.

Lorena by Tom Roush



Visit Tom Roush’s website – he has CDs of his great Civil War music for sale.

The years creep slowly by, Lorena
The snow is on the grass again
The sun’s low down the sky, Lorena
The frost gleams where the flowers have been
But the heart throbs on as warmly now
As when the summer days were nigh
Oh, the sun can never dip so low
A-down affection’s cloudless sky.

A hundred months have passed, Lorena
Since last I held that hand in mine
And felt the pulse beat fast, Lorena
Though mine beat faster far than thine
A hundred months…’twas flowery May
When up the hilly slope we climbed
To watch the dying of the day
And hear the distant church bells chime.

We loved each other then, Lorena
More than we ever dared to tell
And what we might have been, Lorena
Had but our loving prospered well
But then, ’tis past, the years have gone
I’ll not call up their shadowy forms
I’ll say to them, “Lost years, sleep on
Sleep on, nor heed life’s pelting storms.”

The story of the past, Lorena
Alas! I care not to repeat
The hopes that could not last, Lorena
They lived, but only lived to cheat
I would not cause e’en one regret
To rankle in your bosom now
“For if we try we may forget”
Were words of thine long years ago.

Yes, these were words of thine, Lorena
They are within my memory yet
They touched some tender chords, Lorena
Which thrill and tremble with regret
‘Twas not the woman’s heart which spoke
Thy heart was always true to me
A duty stern and piercing broke
The tie which linked my soul with thee.

It matters little now, Lorena
The past is in the eternal past
Our hearts will soon lie low, Lorena
Life’s tide is ebbing out so fast
There is a future, oh, thank God!
Of life this is so small a part
‘Tis dust to dust beneath the sod
But there, up there, ’tis heart to heart.