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<blockquote data-quote="Padraic" data-source="post: 7432" data-attributes="member: 96"><p><strong>Padraic</strong></p><p></p><p>Perhaps I do owe the readers here another account, given the presence of some members here who did not read the account on the other board. I will leave out any little inside jokes regarding placement of certain guns and simply stick to the main details. It was June of 1807 and there had been a hard blow a few days prior that had caused some French ships to run for the Chesapeake Bay for shelter. The British got word that the French were sheltering there, so they had a squadron standing off and on outside the bay to possibly intercept the French were they to come out. Some of the British sailors managed to desert from their ships and some of them joined up with different American ships, US Navy and merchant vessels. My ship, the Chesapeake, was just preparing to sail to the Mediterranean to be the flagship for a squadron on station there and our Captain Barron was to be the commodore of that squadron. Some of those deserters from the British ended up on our ship, and we were right glad to have them, since skilled seamen were always a welcome addition to any crew. They seemed glad to serve with us since the food was better and the discipline not as severe. </p><p></p><p>We embarked on June 22, 1807 with some important people on board, passengers we were to be taking to the Med. We sailed before we had everything properly stowed away, so as not to miss the tide, and our decks were all ahoo. Personal baggage was lying about among other provisions that had not been struck down into the hold. Normally, that would be taken care of before making sail, but it was not the case this time. The British got word that some of their deserters might be aboard us, and after we were clear of the bay and out to sea, HMS Leopard followed us, passed ahead of us, and waited for us to run down to them. They signalled us to heave to and sent an officer over to us with an order that we submit our ship to a search for deserters. Captain Barron refused, the British officer was rowed back to the Leopard, and then they opened fire on us. As their officer's boat was going back over, we were ordered to clear for action, as the Leopard had her ports opened and some of her guns run out already, but our ship was in no way prepared for an engagement and we had trouble clearing everything out of the way just to get at the guns. They fired a number of broadsides into us and we could not return fire. Someone managed to fire one gun in reply, but we could not answer adequately and we eventually struck. Some of us had managed to get one of the 18 pounders clear and were in the process of loading the gun and preparing to fire when a ball from one of Leopard's broadsides (I believe her fourth) hit the hull close to the gun, killing two men near me and wounding me with a splinter that hit be in the head and knocked me senseless for a while. </p><p></p><p>Reports vary about the number we lost, but it appears to have been four dead and about eighteen wounded. The British came aboard after we struck our colors and took some men back to their ship, then let us go. We returned to Norfolk and the wounded, myself included were taken ashore upon our return. There was some sort of an infirmary set up, mostly some cots in a large room, and I was there to recover. I am not sure how long I was there because I had a most terrible headache and I kept drifting in and out. It was there that two men claiming to be from the Navy Department questioned me about the action before I fell asleep. When I awoke, I was in Northside Park in Norfolk and it was 1994. How it happened is beyond my comprehension. The rest has been discussed here already, but I will be happy to answer any other questions you may have.</p><p></p><p>Respectfully,</p><p></p><p>Padraic</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Padraic, post: 7432, member: 96"] [b]Padraic[/b] Perhaps I do owe the readers here another account, given the presence of some members here who did not read the account on the other board. I will leave out any little inside jokes regarding placement of certain guns and simply stick to the main details. It was June of 1807 and there had been a hard blow a few days prior that had caused some French ships to run for the Chesapeake Bay for shelter. The British got word that the French were sheltering there, so they had a squadron standing off and on outside the bay to possibly intercept the French were they to come out. Some of the British sailors managed to desert from their ships and some of them joined up with different American ships, US Navy and merchant vessels. My ship, the Chesapeake, was just preparing to sail to the Mediterranean to be the flagship for a squadron on station there and our Captain Barron was to be the commodore of that squadron. Some of those deserters from the British ended up on our ship, and we were right glad to have them, since skilled seamen were always a welcome addition to any crew. They seemed glad to serve with us since the food was better and the discipline not as severe. We embarked on June 22, 1807 with some important people on board, passengers we were to be taking to the Med. We sailed before we had everything properly stowed away, so as not to miss the tide, and our decks were all ahoo. Personal baggage was lying about among other provisions that had not been struck down into the hold. Normally, that would be taken care of before making sail, but it was not the case this time. The British got word that some of their deserters might be aboard us, and after we were clear of the bay and out to sea, HMS Leopard followed us, passed ahead of us, and waited for us to run down to them. They signalled us to heave to and sent an officer over to us with an order that we submit our ship to a search for deserters. Captain Barron refused, the British officer was rowed back to the Leopard, and then they opened fire on us. As their officer's boat was going back over, we were ordered to clear for action, as the Leopard had her ports opened and some of her guns run out already, but our ship was in no way prepared for an engagement and we had trouble clearing everything out of the way just to get at the guns. They fired a number of broadsides into us and we could not return fire. Someone managed to fire one gun in reply, but we could not answer adequately and we eventually struck. Some of us had managed to get one of the 18 pounders clear and were in the process of loading the gun and preparing to fire when a ball from one of Leopard's broadsides (I believe her fourth) hit the hull close to the gun, killing two men near me and wounding me with a splinter that hit be in the head and knocked me senseless for a while. Reports vary about the number we lost, but it appears to have been four dead and about eighteen wounded. The British came aboard after we struck our colors and took some men back to their ship, then let us go. We returned to Norfolk and the wounded, myself included were taken ashore upon our return. There was some sort of an infirmary set up, mostly some cots in a large room, and I was there to recover. I am not sure how long I was there because I had a most terrible headache and I kept drifting in and out. It was there that two men claiming to be from the Navy Department questioned me about the action before I fell asleep. When I awoke, I was in Northside Park in Norfolk and it was 1994. How it happened is beyond my comprehension. The rest has been discussed here already, but I will be happy to answer any other questions you may have. Respectfully, Padraic [/QUOTE]
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