"Lieutenant Cushing, or what is left of him."
"Cushing!—and how about the Albemarle?"
"She will never trouble Uncle Sam's ships again. She lies in her muddy grave on the bottom of the Roanoke."
Cheers followed this welcome news, and when the gallant lieutenant was safe on board the Valley City the cheers grew tenfold.
For Lieutenant Cushing had done a deed which was matched for daring only once in the history of our navy, and that was when Decatur burned the Philadelphia in the harbor of Tripoli.