280 The Reduction of Battery Wagner
More than forty men were hit on September 5, and the killing continued the
next day. The calcium light shone all night, virtually stopping repairs on the
fort, and Union sharpshooters fired so much during the day that work details
could not perform their duties.
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Living conditions in Wagner deteriorated faster than the fort itself. The
Rebels had been tried to the utmost even before the concentrated bombard-
ment began on September 5. They subsisted on raw bacon and biscuit and
had no opportunity to bathe or sleep, night or day, when Captain Huguenin
observed them on September 3. The water was nearly gone, so small wells
were dug in and to the rear of the fort; but the liquid in these was so tainted
by decaying bodies that it could not be used. The naval fire ‘‘was a novelty’’
for them, according to Keitt, and many men were demoralized by it. They
were fainting from the heat, tension, and stifling air in the crowded bomb-
proofs. His sharpshooters could do nothing to slow the work of the Federal
sappers, which further diminished the morale of his men.
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An anonymous chaplain of one of Keitt’s regiments offered an evocative
description of life in Wagner during those last two days. The bombproofs
were amazing, in his view. They saved the lives of so many men, yet they
were hellish places. The chaplain felt ‘‘dazed by my long stay in the darkness,
and weakened even to exhaustion by the toils and griefs of my work; head
throbbing loud and hard, mental faculties almost benumbed.’’ The bomb-
proof walls were made of pine logs placed upright, with horizontal logs and
a thick layer of sand for the roof. Rainwater constantly seeped through the
sand and dripped onto the plank floor of the enclosure; the sound was
audible even above the noise of the shelling. The drips also taunted the
thirsty occupants. The chaplain gave a service on the afternoon of Septem-
ber 5 and forever remembered that the candle burned a ‘‘dirty yellow’’ flame
because of the foul air. He could see the faces of the garrison, ‘‘ghastly,
squalid, smirched—lips parched, tangled hair, eyes glittering with fever,
watching and toil.’’ They soaked up the religious message like men desperate
for hope.
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This chaplain remembered the bombproofs of Wagner as the most salient
experience of the war. ‘‘The sickening smell of blood, as from some foul
shambles in a dungeon; the reeking, almost unbreatheable air, away from
the skylight; the bare-armed surgeons, operating by candle-light; the floor,
crowded with anguish and death; the grim, low walls, and the steady drip,
drip, drip, ticking aloud; all these must come into the picture of the hospital
bomb-proof of Battery Wagner.’’
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Early on the night of September 6, after the sap reached the fort, Federal
captain Wheelock Pratt made a thorough inspection of the sea face. He