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Murder Will Out


By Truant


“Eight bells. Call the watch.”

“Ay, ay, sir,” answered the boatswain’s mate, who executed the order in a short space of time, for he and the watch on deck were worn out, having been busy handling and trimming sail.

This occurred on board a United States sloop-of-war, which we will call the Nantilus, one stormy night in December of 1863, as she stood off and on in the neighborhood of Frying-pan Shoals, waiting for daylight, to run up to the flagship and report her arrival. She had just been put in commission and ordered to report for duty to the Admiral of the North Atlantic Blockading Squadron. From her main-truck to the keelbolts she was new, and consequently her crew were worked harder to handle her than they otherwise would be.

She was officered with the intent of performing off-shore duty, and was afterward known as a first-class ship for paper-collar sailors to emigrate from. Commander Shufeldt, our captain, had seen some eighteen years’ service, and lately had acted as Professor of Mathematics at Annapolis.  Lieutenant Commander Jones, our executive officer, was but a few years behind the captain in service, and was known to the Department at Washington as just the man to break in the new ship and her crew; while our sailing master enjoyed the reputation of being par excellence in his line of duties. The remainder of the watch officers were all acting volunteers, among whom was the writer, in the capacity of ensign.

Nothing of importance had occurred during our passage until this… Read More